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I work in a photo studio which focusses on families and their baby’s/children as a target group. We often approach people ourselves in our promotional activities.
One day not too long ago we asked a mixed family (consisting of a young African guy around my age, an older Dutch lady and two cute mixed kids around age 8 and 10) if they would be interested to come into our studio and make pictures of them and the children. They agreed with enthusiasm and so off we went.
My colleague would take the pictures and I came along for assistance and much needed English translation. During the shoot we were all having fun, the two small boys had a blast and loved standing in front of the camera. Then my colleague wanted the kids to stand somewhere with their dad. The oldest of the kids then blurred out that that wasn’t his father. His real dad wasn’t here, he said.
My naïve Dutch colleague was apparently somewhat surprised and in her cheerful mood turned to the woman, asking her if then he (the young African guy) was not her son? With a question mark on her face she then learned that no, it wasn’t her son, it was her boyfriend.