My son thinks I’m a secret agent undercover expat spy. We had the following conversation:
Pickle: “Are you a secret Agent Mummy?”
Me with a mouthful of food: “Mmmmmmm.”
Pickle: “THAT’S A YES ISN’T IT. I KNEW IT. YES. Mum’s a
I didn’t disagree with him.
I thought about his question a little more and decided that it was quite a logical conclusion for him to come to.