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Lulu was outside, taking care of business, when a grandmother walked by with two little boys. The younger of the two boys cowered at the sight of my ferocious dog.

"It’s okay," I said. "She loves kids." Then looking at his grandmother, I added, "I have a four-year old."

While Lulu and the little boys became acquainted, their grandmother looked me up and down.

"You have a four-year old grandson?" she asked.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

"No! He’s my son!" I yelped.

"I didn’t think you looked old enough to have grandchildren," she said.

Unspoken was the obvious: she also didn’t think I looked young enough to be the mother of a four-year old.

I don’t know whether I should immediately stock up on hair color and eye cream, or just sink into a depression. And just when I was feeling smug after getting carded when I bought wine a few weeks ago . . .

Posted 14 February 2008 at 10:43 AM