Master B has picked up a packet of Real crisps and declared proudly "it's mummy!". But you know little boys, they think everyone looks like their mummy!
So when there was suddenly random and collective laughter at the packet, at the pub on Thursday night, I had to admit the uncanny resemblance!
For "dee-ay therrr-teen" in the Big Portrait House? I decided to make my own crisppacket!
Fun, fun, fun!!