I've just got back from shopping, on the way I ended up walking a few feet behind a father pushing his daughter in a pram (or a popsicle as I first typed?! What sort of father pushes his daughter in a popsicle? A bad one!)

Anyway as the father was about to cross the road the conversation between the two of them went something like this..

Pram girl – Daddy, daddy, don't cross yet there's cars coming towards us.

Pushy father – No sweetie, the cars are parked we're moving towards them.

Pram girl – I'm confused daddy.

Then I turned the corner and missed the rest.. bless.

Thanks for the sweet lovin' today Badur, you're the man.