
Last Sunday morning the world got a glimpse of Hugh Jackman fresh from bed as he headed out to breakfast with the family. With him: wife Deborra-Lee Furness (aka the luckiest woman in Australia), son Oscar (who at 7 is acting very grownup as he helps to carry the bag) and wee Ava, just 2, who got the treat of riding waaaaaay up high on Hugh's broad, manly shoulders.
Huh. That is not at all what I imagined for my Sunday-morning-brunch-with-Hugh fantasy. For starters, he would leave the kids home with Deborra-Lee. He'd be stubbled, but not quite that scruffy, and he'd definitely not wear some pilled-up wool cap he picked up off the floor by the snow boots and broken umbrellas. In fact, he'd look a lot more like this:

Oh, Hugh. Shall I call you...or nudge you?
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