For many years there was a picture of me on the living room wall
I was aged 4. I was cute as a button with bobbed brown hair, blue eyes, and chocolate around my face. There was a little blonde boy sat next to me.

The reason for the picture was this:
I was bridesmaid at a wedding, the little blonde boy was a page boy.
We were bored, as you can imagine. We saw a big plate of chocolate fingers.

About ten minutes later our parents realise they haven't seen either of us for a while.

Eventually they found us under a table, obscured from view by the table cloths.

"Have you two been eating chocolate?" came the question.
"No" we both said.

We couldn't understand why all the adults were laughing and taking pictures, including the one that got blown up and stuck on the living room wall.
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Sun 6 Jun 2010, 23:00, Reply)