“Mum, look at that man. Look at his T-shirt!”
We’re walking around the supermarket and Dan has his outraged voice on.
“Look mum. Quick before he goes. You need to see this”.
The guy in question is wearing a T-shirt with what can best be described as a scantily-clan woman emblazoned across the front. From his neckline to the hem.
“I don’t like that,” Dan tells me. “It doesn’t seem right.”
He’s staring with his face crinkled up in disgust.
“I mean, I bet he doesn’t even know her, mum.”
Ten is SUCH A great age.