I know ... I know ... utterly juvenile. BUT.

I did a double take when these appeared on our coffee table.

WHAT. For the love of Linda Lovelace was my better half THINKING?

Then the penny dropped. They're his Paddington Bear moulds that his mum found in the loft when they were having a clear-out.

She thought the wee ones might like them.

You can see what I mean though? Yes? Or is it just me being competely juvenile?