Family tree

We have of course not been able to escape the traditional game of "who does the baby look like", and initially Krusty was not too impressed with the results – he couldn't recognise himself at all in Oscar. I could see it, but he got to a point where he asked me if he was actually the father. I assured him that he definitely had his father's ears (although apparently our Columbian friends told us that in their language, that was code for "he's not yours").

Then, as we were changing him the other day, Krusty exclaimed "he's got your father's bottom!" Surely a statement only half as weird as the fact that Krusty knows what his father in law's bottom looks like...