We just looked at one another.
I was walking along the local high street. And I was approaching and about to pass a woman walking with her daughter of about 6 or 7…
Daughter: Mum, what age is Carol?
Mum: She’s nearly 18, dear
Daughter: Emmm, Mum?
Mum: Yes, dear.
Daughter: Will you be alive when I’m 18??
I’d just passed, so I glanced back at the woman, who was probably in her late 20s.
We looked at each other – equally speechless – gobsmacked, in fact.
Our shared look was enough – there was nothing to add…