A while ago I wrote about the awkwardness of dealing with the 'are they twins?' questions about the boys and how I am sure that people are thinking terrible things about the single woman with two babies so very close in age!
We had a perfect example in a restaurant this week after NB had been particularly whiny over his meal:
Me (to diners on neighbouring table): Sorry about the noise the children were making. I hope it didn't disturb your meal.
Apple-cheeked old lady: No, no. How old are they?
Me (pointing to each child in turn): This one is two, and this one is 16 months.
Apple-cheeked old lady: Oh! Well, at least you know how you get them now!