We were walking on the street with the kids, grandma and grandpa.
V pointed out a potate looking thing on the side of the road, it had a baby head, and it's mouth was opening and closing constantly. Grandma wanted to step on it, but D wanted to keep it for himself and was checking it out closely.
(The thing looked like the ginger root in Pan's Labyrinth - which I haven't seen in 10 years)
