"So...are you two..."
I eyed Martin cautiously. "Are we two...?"
He looked down at the floor. I could see his ears going red. "Are you two...dating?"
I looked at my wife and couldn't help chuckling. That seemed to embarrass my seven-year-old student even more, so I left my shopping cart and knelt next to him.
"We're married, dear," I said to him as his mother began walking down the aisle toward us.