So I spent time in the weekend with my cousin, her husband and their two small people.
My cousin's husband reckons that if I'd been born fifty years earlier than when I was actually born, that I would have been locked up in a lunatic asylum.
The first time he mooted this idea was in his wedding speech.
I took it as a compliment.
Anyway, we were walking into a shop and the three year old, clasping my hand, told me very solemnly that 'This is a no touching shop.'
'Oh really?' I say.
'Yes, you're not allowed to touch anything.'
Then she chased that statement up with, 'Only the adults are allowed to touch things.'
I was about to say, 'So that makes me a...?'
But I didn't.
Cause just sometimes - it's best to leave well enough, alone.