So, the other day in the park, I was there with Kelly and Loren was playing. She was alternately playing with a ball and climbing the equipment. Kelly and I were spotting her, when she wanted it, and when she did not, talked and occasionally kissed. The only other person in the park was a well built man shooting hoops, badly, by himself sans shirt. Hey, beats the heck out of jazzercize.
So, after a while, he came over and asked, "Who has the beautiful little girl?"
I reply, "We do; she is ours."
He said, "So you both are professing* to be her mother?"
I reply, "Yes. Yes, we are."
So he replies, "Then she is one very lucky little girl," and left to go shoot more hoops.
*He actually said "professing"; it takes all kinds.
