I was feeling utterly devastated after misplacing my treasured action figure, but what truly plagued my thoughts was the possibility of Dad doubting my ability to handle my little sister. Thus, I swiftly grabbed a potato from the pantry and fashioned it into a makeshift companion by affixing googly eyes and a smile with some adhesive. For the ensuing weeks, I shrouded the potato in a cloth and pretended it was my missing action figure, finding solace in its starchy embrace.