And that’s my son almost 18 months ago – doing a remarkable facial impersonation of his grandfather when he’s been served a surf ‘n’ turf out at a resturaunt and there is a decidedly smaller amount of ‘surf’ than ‘turf’ in his dish.
Because if he suspects he’s missing even a single King Prawn, then it is on, people. We’re talking flipping counter trays here, so he splashes the cocktail dipping sauces over the walls.
Of course, this could just be my memory playing tricks on me 🙂
Have a lovely day, dad.
