Sack of Potatoes

Walking to work this morning, ok you caught me, walking to JP Licks to see a wicked awesome girl who I have been missing for about a year now, I saw a man in a business suit carrying his son over his shoulder. All I couldn't help myself, and my face broke out in a huge grin. I used to love being carried like that. My dad would call me a "sack of potatoes". I wonder why I was potatoes not something else. I would love for someone to carry me around like that now, unfortunately I am a bit long. The last time someone tried to do that to keep me from fighting they threw me over their shoulder...being as long as I am I was able to flip myself over by grabbing his legs. If anything I am very resourceful when I fight.