A few observations as we leave a baby clothes shop. Inside, J had been smiling at everyone with less success than usual.
Me: I suppose the problem with taking him into these shops is that there's too much competition.
W: True. In a baby shop, he's just another baby.
Me: Too much cuteness around perhaps?
W: Maybe. Though he fought his corner with the smiles.
Me: At least the shop assistant was cooing over him.
W: But there's something else that concerns me more.
Me: What's that?
W: In a shop full of so many babies, it's really hard to know if it's yours who has pooed.
Me: I hadn't thought of that.
W: You can now...
Me: What...? Oh... I see.
John Lewis changing room, here we come.
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