Young Lookin’ Mamma
After the disastrous soccer game yesterday evening we took the kids to get an ice cream. Well, actually the hubs was the one who wanted the ice cream.
Anyway, as the lady was handing the hubs the ice cream she looked directly at me and said, “Oh. Is that too big? Would you like a smaller one?” And I could do nothing but burst out laughing and then she said to the hubs, “Well I saw how your daughter was looking at the cone and I thought maybe she wanted a smaller one”. And here I was looking around thinking where’s our daughter? Oh, right, we don’t HAVE a daughter. You, lady, are talking about ME. I’m the mommy. The hubs was kind of in shock from embarassment even though he said he wasn’t. He just told her no and we drove off all the while I was laughing.
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. Do I really look that young? Does the hubs look that old? WTF people? And I think that is what brought on the discussion of why we have got to get out of KY. That and all the freakin uneducated/unaware/ non-involved parents running around here.
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