So, I'm at the post office.
I've got a letter, 4 parcels, 2 packages, my purse, a set of keys and Elliott in my arms. You know, standard luggage.
I get to the counter.
"awwww, isn't she pretty!" the lady next to the lady serving me exclaims. I turn around to see the beautiful baby she speaks of. There's nobody there.
I turn back around. The lady is staring at ME!
Pardon? I ask, just to make sure.
"Your baby!", she says, "she has such a pretty face!"
And I realise. She's talking about Elliott.
He's wearing grey stretchy-pants, a green long sleeve tee and a big toothy smile.
"Um, he's actually a boy" I say to her.
"oh really?" she says, in a tone of disbelief "well, he has a very pretty face!"
Cheeky? Most definitely.
Handsome? It is my job to think so.