We are at a news stand in Terminal 4 of Heathrow Airport. Stone is paying for some junk food, an economist, and a Guardian. I'm following the princess around in circles in the shop.
You know how the brits have a lot of really trashy magazines with pictures of girls with great bodies, straight teeth, and enormous breasts right on the front cover? The baby wanders over, looks at a magazine appraisingly, points to the scantily clad girl on the cover, and says "Mommy!"
My Delight was short lived, because the guy we were standing next to took one look at me and then laughed out loud. Hmmph.