The final item of delicious loveliness in the parcel from their uncle was a bar of this:
The choice is not by chance, of that I am sure. Toilet humour is a proud and wonderful thing ;)
Sadly all the googling in the world couldn't find an advert for this thing, so straight into the taste test we went.
Aaaand the verdict?
Moppet: "Nooooo." (Although in fairness she went on to eat another three pieces as the afternoon went on.)
Sprout: "Eurrrrrr. Where do I put this? Where's the bin?"
And my personal favourite, Squidge: "I don't like it, it's like strawberry bums."
So there you have it, perhaps Plopp is an acquired taste.
Onto the wall it goes...
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