I am a Secret Agent: The Undercover Expat

a pair of sunglasses

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

secret agent.”

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.

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