Since the dawning of time, when man populated this earth as early unsophisticated, "ugg" uttering cavemen, adults have been known to occasionally doubt the paternity of a child. On Jeremy Kyle, in a studio populated with guests who have still yet to evolve beyond incomprehensible mutterings and Ugg wearing, paternal claim is constantly in question.
But never, never, not on Jerry Springer, Montel Williams, not even Eastenders, have I ever seen a child's maternal lineage be in doubt.
Me and my daughter are an incredibly rare breed. People stare agog into our pram, astounded that I have the brass neck to stand there, look them in the eye and unflinchingly claim that Boo is my daughter. I can understand their disbelief. She quite blatantly, purposely and hurtfully LOOKS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING LIKE ME.