A few weeks back I got in our condo's elevator with my daughter. A young business-type guy who lives on one of the upper floors (we live on the fourth) got on with us. This guy seems like he's probably OK, but he's one of those people who looks at me like I'm some sort of exotic zoo specimen; he's also always trying to impress me with his English ability.
On this particular day he decided to speak to my daughter: "Your daddy is an English teacher...." After a brief pause, my daughter replied, "Yes."
The elevator arrived at our floor and we got out. As the doors closed and the elevator departed, my daughter looked at me and said, "That was a bit awkward, eh?"
I burst out laughing. The kid cracks me up...