My mother threw things at my Daddy for 20 plus years-- never managed to hit him. Daddy would always laugh and say, "Throw something with eyes on it." Momma would be disgusted.
One day while Momma was working in the kitchen, Daddy made a smart remark from the other side of the living room. In anger, Momma picked up a potato and beaned him right between the eyes. They were both so astonished she had actually hit him that neither said a word. Them Momma busted out laughing.
"Why are you laughing?" Daddy asked.
"The potato has eyes on it," Momma laughed.
The whole family busted out laughing.