I suspect this mass adoption was to avoid food fights or the incredible likelihood that someone would be knocked unconscious and/or a window broken by a heavy projectile.
As it turns out the experience was supposed to simulate being, and I quote Jack (who is air-quoting his teacher), "an unwed teenage parent." Just as I thought!
The good news is that:
a. Jack thinks it was a dumb project (i.e., carrying a potato around school inside a shoebox bears absolutely no relationship to having responsibility for an actual human); and
b. Jack realizes how dangerously close he came to having to tote a citrus fruit so we have re-established the way the balance of power teeters in this sand castle; and
c. The somewhat musty smell of rotting potato is removed as a source of violation to my ever-vigilant olfactory senses; and
d. The saga of the Potato is ended.
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