First off, this is not a joke. And after 27 years of life you would think I would be used to it by now.
The age question that is...
Today at church I was holding Audrey in the lobby having a nice conversation with a friend when this conversation happened:
Stranger: "oh my you have such a cute baby all dressed in pink."
Me: "thank you so much." (me, thanking God she didn't call her a boy, a post for another time)
Stranger mumbles something, I catch part of it.
Me: "I'm sorry I didn't catch that."
Stanger: "Is she your little baby sister?"
STOP. Yes. Baby sister.
I pause in disbelief for a moment. Half stunned really.
Me: "No, this is my daughter."
Stranger: "Wow! Well good for you." (half suprised as she looks me up and down)
Awkward conversation ends.
I really thought that after having a baby I would be past that. I mean after all, its probably been about 5 years since people asked me if I was graduating from high school when I was graduating from college. And even longer since my high school days when I was still being asked if I wanted crayons and a childrens menu at restaurants.
Here's the kicker...its not like I was dressed in a Hollister t-shirt wearing Ugg boots and leggings holding a baby and gum smacking in the lobby instead of listening to the Sunday message.
I guess I should just take it as a compliment and be glad when I'm 40 that I could still pass for 25?