mistakes

The other day I was traipsing into my favorite box store (Wally World) to purchase a few of the things a family of seven needs.

And we NEED a whole lot of things, let me just put that out there right now. I digress.

So you know the place, they usually have elderly greeters at the door to Google over your kids and to tell you have fun spending your moola. Not this morning, this fine morning there was a thirty-ish man of Hispanic distant manning the door. He smiled at me and the newest addition to our home, who was appropriately decked out all in baby blue from head to toe. This nice youngish man then proceeded to inquire just how old my granddaughter was.



I considered slapping him.


Then I remember that I am nice woman and simply smiled sweetly and said:

"My SON is two months old."





The nerve of some people.

Does the above face really look like a grandma?



And if it does bite your proverbial tongue and keep it to your damn self.