Marzipan

“Wow, you have a fantastic forehead! Its so smooth! It’s almost like marzipan!”

“Why thank you!” Its my fathers.”

“Your fathers?

“Yeah I got it from my dad. Great forehead!”

“Oh, so it’s a family thing? Did all your siblings get your fathers forehead?”

“Don’t be silly. He only had one.

I took it from him one day when he was sleeping and stuck it on.

You should have seen me before this. My forehead was all sunken and wonky. I was … in a bad accident … Involving a gremlin.

Thank goodness I got a new one. And a much nicer one. It really suits me doesn’t it?”

“Yeah. It looks very tasty. I just want to bite it.”

“Ok. Just don’t take out any chunks. I don’t have any more replacements.”

“But, what about your dad? What did he use?”

“Fondant.”

“…… um… …Fondant?”

“Yes. Fondant.”

“That’s difficult to visualize.”

“Oh here’s a picture of my parents.”

“Oh how lovely. That IS a fantastic fondant forehead!

“Yeah. He quite likes it.”

“I can imagine.

“And so many decorative shapes and colours!”

“Yeah, he changes it with the seasons. The neighbourhood kids go crazy about it around Easter!”

“Haha. That sounds awesome.”

“It is. But mom says she can do without the attention in church.”

“I understand. Your mother is very pretty though. You have her eyes.”

“I know.”