We’re in the car, driving home from school.
“Ewww, that boy and girl are hugging!”, says Master D, in the most disgusted manner.
“But you let me hug you,” I say in reply.
“Yeah, but you’re not a girl, you’re my mum.” he says.
Stifling the laughter, I say “But you let Miss S hug you.”
“yeah, but she’s not a girl, she’s just my sister.”
I give up, and laugh.
