Going back to when my now 23 years old daughter was a little girl of 4. We were in a queue in a grocery shop standing behind a rather large lady, who to put it politely didn't half honk, the conversation went like this: mummy, my nose can smell something, ssh sweetheart, mummy! my nose can smell something, hush sweetheart, tugging at my skirt, but mummy, my nose can smell something, and it's the fat lady infront of you!One hasty exit made, but the next time we went into the shop, the assistant said "well bless her, she was only telling the truth" image image