I was swishing through the clothes on a shop rail, convincing myself that I was only looking and there was NO WAY that I was going to buy anything. On the other side (of the rail, not the afterlife) was a mother and her approximately six-year old daughter. Daughter was having a lovely time choosing totally inappropriate skirts for her mom.
Eventually she must have chosen one that was semi-suitable because Mammy replied
""Yes that's nice."
"Ok. I'll get one to fit you," replied very helpful offspring. "What age are you?"
I stopped dead in my tracks and caught the mother's eye over the clothes rail. We gave each other a knowing smile
"Thank God grown-ups don't size their clothes that way. Things are bad enough!!!