While doing renovation in poinks house, one of the construction worker paused to look at a flattering photo of my mother wearing makeup and some fancy beautiful gown. Poinks heard the man let out a low whistle and ask poink, “Who’s that.”

“That’s my beautiful mum,” Poink answered.

“Yummy,” the man said. “My mother doesn’t look like that.”

“Oh yes.” Poink said, “neither does mine.”