See, that’s the beauty of (or, equally, the trouble with) predictive text. It’s got a certain, well, how should I put this, unpredictability…

I’m sure that what my sister meant was to compare my Mr.  Potato Head to a certain hunchback (and, admittedly, he has a face that only a mother (or, in this case, creator) could love) – but what I got instead was a reference to “yer man, the lunch box of notre dame”. Maybe, if the storied hunchback ever had a lunch box to his name (and, hey, who’s to say he didn’t), Mr.  Potato Head would have been just the kind of thing you’d find there.  In fact, if the hunchback were around today (a) you could find out that kind of vital lunch box information in the tabloids (b) he’d be called ‘The Hunch’ (c) he’d be the star of ‘celebrity bell ringers’ and, oh, yeah (d) Victor Hugo would be turning in his grave!