The One About the Robbers

You tell me a joke about two robbers who hide from the police. One robber hides as a sack of cats and the other robber hides as a sack of potatoes. That is the punch line somehow, the sack of potatoes, but all I can think about is how my dad used to throw me over his shoulder when I was very small and call me his sack of potatoes.I've got a sack of potatoes he would yell, spinning around in a circle, the arm not holding me reaching out for a sale.Does anyone want to buy my sack of potatoes? No one ever wanted to buy me. We were always the only two people in the room.