Overheard in the fabric store this morning *after* I had just spent a good half hour talking with the Random Fabric Store Person (RFSP) while she was cutting yard after yard after yard of spiffy sale fabric.
RFSP to Nina: So how are you two acquainted?
Nina to RFSP: She's my boy.
RFSP to Nina: Oh, she's your son?
Nina to Me:
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Me to Nina: