Now, I know I'm 40, and that officially qualifies me for middle age. I know I have a few (okay, maybe more than a few) gray hairs beginning to show.
We've had the AARP applications arrive in the mail. They actually made me smile, because hey - they come with hotel discounts.
But, I'll admit I was a little flabbergasted, when three "boys" walked by the Man of the House and I, at the grocery store, last night, with a toddler in their cart.
She waved excitedly at me saying, "Mama! Mama!"
"No honey," one of the boys, who I can only assume was her father, corrected. "That's not your grandma."
Well, there's a first time for everything.
Still, I reassured myself, by pointing out to my very amused husband, that the boy couldn't have been a day over 20, and the baby was at least two...so she probably does have a ridiculously young grandmother.
It's great to be a homeschooler.