This must resemble what I looked like coming out of Publix tonight. Because when the 18-ish bagger who helped me with my groceries opened the minivan’s trunk and saw the baby stroller, he asked about my kids.
“I have three boys,” I replied.
“Are they all grown up now?”
(Laughing) “No, they’re all still young. One is eleven, one is seven and the youngest is three months old.”
“OH…” he said, wide-eyed.
Now, granted–I wasn’t wearing much makeup. And I was dressed in jeans and a rather frumpy sweater. And I know that I am old enough to be that teenager’s mother. Heck, some of my same-aged friends actually DO have grandchildren at this point in life.
But, come on! Do I really look THAT old? So old that it’s impossible to imagine that I gave birth three months ago? Not everyone has kids right after high school. I should’ve told him that and whacked him with my purse.
Time to log off, have a glass of prune juice, take out my dentures and limp off to bed on my walker.