I was in the laundrette, about twenty years ago, usual uneventful Saturday attending to necessary chores. The day would have passed unremembered but for a small boy of about four. I didn’t have children at the time, had no idea how to speak to them. The boy mumbled something. I didn’t really hear so ignored him. He mumbled it again. This time I am obliged to reply.
“What did you say, sweetheart?”
More clearly: “I’m a little boy, aren’t I”?
A fact clearly only just discovered! That little boy made everyone smile on a dull Saturday afternoon.
Out of the mouths of babes.