It happens all the time and it's beginning to fray my nerves. Happened again today. Having a quiet coffee, minding my own business, when a woman walks over and starts chatting to him. He's a happy, smiley chap and it seems people can't resist him. This would be fine but she has to go and ruin it by looking at me and saying 'your grandson is lovely'.
He's my son! I'm only forty fucking one. God I must look wrecked.