When I was a baby, I looked like a grumpy old man but small. My pa often says I was so ugly and wrinkled, I must have carried my past life into my new. That’s my dad being very Chinese. When I grew out of that phase it was straight into the misshapen root vegetable look which I sported for several years, 'til I went to university.

My husband was adorable - all cheeks and ears. Boy, isn't he bonny! They would have said.

But whisper it: he also looked a bit like a potato.

me	husband*

I’m not sure what you get when you cross a wrinkled old man with a potato. A potato called Graham perhaps.

Here are two bundles of cuteness that look like neither - cousins who recently turned one on the same day! Happy birthday sweet non-potatoes.

*this photo of Christophe made me honk with laughter.