You're sat waiting outside a classroom with your five year old son. You wait for a few minutes when the door opens, and you see your son's teacher.

"Come in," Donald Peterson says in a polite tone.

It's evening at the moment, and you have a parent - teacher conference with your son's teacher.

You walk in the classroom, with your son's hand in yours, and you both take a seat across from Donald's desk.

You haven't talked to anyone about this, but ever since you met him, you think of Donald as pretty cute. But you always dissmiss it as single-parenthood starting to get to you.

Donald hands you a copy of your son's report card, then folds his hands on his desk. "It looks very good so far," He remarks with a smile.