In the early naughties, my ex came back from the supermarket laughing, but horrified, that our daughter (about 5 yo at the time) had called her from the other end of an aisle, holding a lunchbox up to her chest yelling “look mum, mum, mum… I’m a prostitute robot from the future”. We lived in a small town at the time and she was terrified someone we knew had seen this exchange.
Ms Now Adult wasn’t interested in going, but last week I took her brothers to see Bill Bailey’s live show. BB was telling stories of how he reacted to people stopping him in the street, saying the most frequent exchange was people holding up whatever rectangular objects they were holding, yelling “look, look,… I’m a …”.`
I like to think Ms Now Adult was just way ahead of her time.
