My lanky 6ft-ish 14 year old Jacko wanders out to the kitchen. Picks up a box from the bench... reading aloud he says "Custard Powder? (his voice raises in pitch slightly) IS this what you use to make custard from?" "Yes Jack" I say. "Vanilla Custard?" he asks rolling his eyes and no doubt imagining a custard fountain where he can alternate between bathing and slurping all day...
"Yes Jack." I say.
"MY GOD" he says, "It's just like Heaven in a box!."
