Silence. Stel frowns. ‘Like a girlfriend?’ ‘Yes. Exactly,’ I say, relieved I don’t have to spell it out for her. ’You’re too old for her, Dad. It’s creepy,’ she says. ‘I think she’d prefer a younger boyfriend. No offence.’ I stare at her, stunned. What’s going on here? Have I just been age-shamed by my ten-year-old daughter?
