There I was, visiting a family, just to be encouraging and friendly, sitting on the lounge and enjoying a cup of tea. A young boy, minus his pants, came toddling across the room to me and, holding up a dish said, "Look."
And I'm looking at...
...You don't want to know what I'm looking at.
His mother bursts out, "O, what a good boy, Johnny. Do you know that's the first time he's gone on his own? Don't you think he's a good boy?"
And she's expecting me to say, yes!