Our son, Walter (10 years old), started with table tennis only 3 months ago but he seems rather gifted, so he already trains with the grownup males for 2 months (needless to say he is the smallest/youngest).
One day one of his club mates, a gentleman in his 40s, asks me to come and have some hits before the training starts.
He doesn’t know me, and after some topspin, backspin and contra he raises his eyebrow wondering.
Another club mate explaining:
‘She is Walter’s mama.’
He: ‘Ah ok. Then, of course, it’s easy..’