Sunday, September 21, 2008

Telling It Like It Is

I have been mistaken as the wife of two of my older sons, a big sister for the other older son, and as my granddaughter's mother, so last week when an elementary student asked if I was my youngest son's grandma, it took me aback. Then I thought it was hilarious. "No," I answered, trying to hold back a laugh.
"She's my mom!" my nine-year-old said, his eyes wide with indignation.
It was only fair. I mean, if I've gotten away with being mistaken as someone younger so many times, it's only right that some honest young eyes pegged me as an older lady. After all, I am a grandma!
And life goes on to the next adventure...

2 comments:

Ronda Hinrichsen said...

I loved your response. However, kids may be honest, but they're never right when it comes to age. And very likely they saw how fun and friendly you are and related that to "Grandma."

Pink Ink said...

Wow, with all those relationships attributed to you, you could pass off for a convoluted family :-)

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