A certain flyer which appeared amongst this week's junk mail has attracted the boy's attention, and it's not a toy catalogue. Crash and Rowdy have been pouring over it for days. They have even pretended the loungeroom was a restaurant and telling us off for sitting in the wrong place in "the restaurant".
Crash has been saying "Mum, Mum, can we please go to the CFK Restaurant??"
"The what?" I replied. I look at the flyer, it's for KFC. "sure dear, but it's a far cry from a restaurant!!"
Taking Stock: Early December
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