Can you define irony?

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face plant

I spent some time with good friends this weekend, after all, isn’t that what weekends are about? The beach was positively gorgeous, but a bit windy yesterday. So we went to our mates┬áplace to make use of their facilities. Ie they have a pool.

A certain exchange occurred which reminded me of an event that happened years ago.

My friend Mrs Maher was out with her very young son, when they spotted a child who had the reddest hair that you could imagine. I mean, talking Ronald McDonald type colour. Her son was beside himself, laughing and pointing, like kids can sometimes do. Mrs Maher then took him to show him in the mirror, that indeed his own hair was the exact same hue.

So yesterday I was chatting with my friend Tori, who happens to be one half of a gorgeous lesbian couple. Other friends of theirs arrived, who also happened to be a lesbian couple, complete with the most delicious toddler I have seen in quite some time.

Tori’s daughter, who is 5, was quite confused with the new arrivals.

“How come they have a baby and they are two girls?”

Tori looked at me, I looked at the daughter, Tori looked at her daughter. I looked up into the sky.

I looked at Tori.

Tori looked at her daughter before delivering an explanation, akin to holding up a mirror in front of her face.

“It’s when the actual meaning is the complete opposite from the literal meaning.”

“An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day”

Bonus points of you can tell me who said these famous lines.