Recently I got chatting with a nice lady in the queue at the supermarket.
(Because when the highlight of your Friday evening is browsing a frozen food aisle, you’ll talk to everyone.)
As I loaded a giant bag of nappies onto the checkout conveyor, Nice Lady smiled at me.
“Kids?” she asked with a grin.
“Yeah, a little boy.” I replied.
“So, who’s got him now?” she asked.
“Um, he’s at home with his Dad.”
Her grin widened.
“Ohhhh,” she said, giving me the look.
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