Fish Face
It’s been a long time since I sat up in a tree, ate Wizz Fizz with my best mate Frank Mikes, invented stories about aliens and played Space Invaders at the corner Milk Bar.
Until now, my daughter has handed me the fizzy powder from her lolly bags because it’s ‘too sour’ for her more refined Freddo loving taste buds. I love the stuff – and whenever I have a spoonful (and you’ve got to eat it with the tiny scoop supplied), it reminds me of times that seemed more black and white.
I noticed the other day, my daughter has begun to like it too so we’ll have to share.
She shared some wisdom with me yesterday – “It’s a good thing you don’t have bones in your cheeks because if you did it would hurt when you do a fish face.”
I wonder if she thought of that while she was eating Wizz Fizz.
Until now, my daughter has handed me the fizzy powder from her lolly bags because it’s ‘too sour’ for her more refined Freddo loving taste buds. I love the stuff – and whenever I have a spoonful (and you’ve got to eat it with the tiny scoop supplied), it reminds me of times that seemed more black and white.
I noticed the other day, my daughter has begun to like it too so we’ll have to share.
She shared some wisdom with me yesterday – “It’s a good thing you don’t have bones in your cheeks because if you did it would hurt when you do a fish face.”
I wonder if she thought of that while she was eating Wizz Fizz.
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