Price was your husband. One evening you were lounging in bed together, you were lying next to him, and your head was on his shoulder. But you were still each doing your own thing, John was reading a book, and you were sitting on the phone. But then a realization came into your head and you spoke. “Do you know who you look like? “Like Papa Smurf” To which he answered you “Darling, how do I look like? “I’m not blue,” after which he gently patted you on the head, but you began to explain to him the similar features right in the picture, “Honey, you’re right, in some ways I look like him...”