The Advanced Maternal Age Edition
My son Joe is working on his Eagle Scout project today.
He’s installing a retaining wall at an area women’s shelter—a big job made a bit easier by the help of his father, friends, and various siblings.
I have a baby, which means I’m exempt from most forms of manual labor.
I baked them revel bars and called it good.
After taking the obligatory “Court of Honor Scrapbook Photos”, I wandered over to the playground with George and Francis, where two of the residents’ children were playing.
A little girl started chatting me up. The conversation was going well (I thought) until, looking down at Francis and then up at me, she dropped this bombshell:
“Are you his grandma?”
Oof. Sucker-punched by a 10-year-old.
(She was so cute, though, that I forgave her.)