I went as a parent helper to the school's pantomime outing today. One of the comedian chappies said "Oh, look, Mrs Twigg is here again, she has been coming for years and she's 93".
A delightful child in the row in front of me turned around and asked - "Is that you?" I replied that No, it wasn't me. To reinforce the idea that I need new face cream, she turned around again and asked - "Are you sure?"
The tears ran down my legs.
I shared this with DH and teen DD (glutton for punishment, me), who haven't stopped laughing yet.