Yesterday in Asda, bumped into an old acquaintance from school whom I hadn't seen in years.
She had an extremely hyper little girl (of about 5) with her, flinging herself about the light fittings etc. (her daughter).
After a few minutes the conversation had reached a climax of awkwardness after her daughter started dipping her finger into different cakes in the bread aisle.
Mother visibly mortified, I try to jest "Any more wee angels in the pipeline then HAW? (smiley guffaw style)".
Omen child retorts with:
"Mummy has no period but she's not preg[ahh]nant just really FAT!"