I wonder if it's the fact that I've always called my bag, "the Tardis" (because of the amount of stuff it has to hold when you've got kids) that the kids have never gone into it without my permission. They've always respected privacy.
Anyway, I heard this one about a Claire Voyant (some telesympathetic eccentric / allegedly) who took her sons out one evening to see another...
(who didn't know that they were there)
In the course of the wonderfully entertaining evening and the process of '... passing, just passing' - three (almost synchronized) index fingers touched tips, their owners smiled (mysteriously) before continuing,
(<unspoken>)
<is there a Clair Voyant in the audience?>
<Twit - to Who?>
<nooo, I'm not one>
<that's not even possible>
<haha - I'm saying Nothin>
<but... grrrr......
"Are you asking?"
"Are you asking?"
<I'll just point out that, that we're all agreed "If asked...." " that didn't happen....."?>
