My eight-year-old son stopped me in front of the toy store and said, “Hey, look. That looks like you!”
I smiled as I looked at a large figure of Superman.
He looked at me and followed my gaze and said, “No, not that one. That one!”
I followed his arm to where he was pointing and came to look at Kermit the Frog.
My face sank.
“And that’s Mummy,” my son said, pointing to Miss Piggy.
He laughed and my face brightened.