Our favourite Melksham Mum was today inspired by to blog about people her kids have mistaken for her. It looks like Melksham has quite the hottie in its midst (or possibly they could just do with a decent optician).
I think I could easily be mistaken for many gorgeous short blonde women, Kylie for example, but strangely this has never happened. Maybe it’s because I tend to only break out the giant blue feather headdresses on special occasions. I fear that as time goes on I actually stand more chance of being mistaken for Anne Widdecombe.
Hubs however has for the last year or so been doubting E’s paternity as he has on numerous occasions declared that Jamie Oliver is his Dad. What do you think? Separated at birth?
This all started when E saw a picture of Jamie in his Italian cook book when he was about 18 months old. He was absolutely determined that it was Hubs and actually got quite stroppy when we tried to explain that it wasn’t. It wouldn’t have been so bad but around that time Jamie was everywhere trying to save the world from Turkey Twislers and such like. This meant we were constantly coming across pictures of him when we were out and about and E would point and shout Daddy at the top of his lungs. It’s certainly got us some strange looks.
So who have you been mistaken for?