Went to the loo at the Science Museum yesterday. Walked past a woman to go into the gents. My daughter waited outside. I was unaware of the conversation that took place outside the door until later:

Woman to my daughter: “She does know that’s the gents toilet, doesn’t she?”

Daughter to woman: “Actually, that’s a man”

Woman: “Oh? OH!” (scurries off)

Well done that teenager! Why is it that at that age she is capable of dealing with that situation as cool as a cucumber, and yet if I get asked awkward things by people, my brain melts and I start burbling. I’m proud of my strong, gorgeous offspring!

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