The father of my child

A bloke is in a queue when he notices that the rather dishy blonde behind him has just raised her hand and smiled hello to him.

He is rather taken aback that such a looker would be waving to him, and although familiar, he can’t place where he might know her from, so he says, “Sorry, do you know me?”

She replies “I maybe mistaken, but I thought you might be the father of one of my children!”

His mind shoots back to the one and only time he has been unfaithful, “Christ!” he says “are you that strip-o-gram on my stag night that I shagged on the snooker table in front of all my mates whilst your mate whipped me with some wet celery and stuck a cucumber up my arse?”

“No” she replies, “I’m your son’s English Teacher”