I was packing my shopping whilst my mum loaded the rest onto the conveyer belt and my 2 sons (almost 3 and 18 months) were in the trolly, ... this convosation follows
her - Hi
me - hello
her - do you need help with packing?
me - No thanks Im fine.
her - Are they your kids?
me- yes
her- Gosh you mush have been young when you had your first, like 15??
me - no 19 actully.
her - why did you have them??
me - excuse me?
her- just wondering why you have them
me - because I wanted them. and ny face must look like this
(a cold silence ensues)