Many years ago I was on a long railway journey. On the seat opposite me was a mother with her young son. To break the tedium, the child and I fell into conversation, chatting easily. Then he asked in that tremendously grown-up way that children have, "And where is your husband?"
"I don't have a husband," I replied.
There was a long, contemplative pause, and then the little fellow piped up, "You look like you have a husband."