My son Lincoln, running full pelt up and down the aisles in the dark at the cinema, laughing his head off, while the rest of the audience 'Shh!'ed at him, and tried to watch the Fantastic Four...
A thirty-something handsome Italian man, who must've taken a bath in aftershave, dressed very stylishly and spending ages making careful decisions over which herbs and spices to buy in the supermarket, at about 7:00 pm...
My nephew Matthew, who came up to me at the dinner table and asked: "Am I heavy enough for you?" When I looked puzzled, he tried again: "Do I weigh enough for you?" (Eventually I figured out that he wanted to sit on my lap...)
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