As I was getting out of my car at the post office today, two teenage boys drove by. One leaned out the window and yelled to me, “Hi Mom!”
Clearly you skipped your optometry appointment, son.
I would almost think that this means my days of being mistaken for a fifteen-year-old are over–except last month, someone thought I was Shaun’s daughter.
There is just no escape from the awkward here.