A couple of weeks ago I was out doing some shopping and the lady who checked me out of Penneys told me, after looking at my ID (since they check when you use your jcpenny card) that I didn't look older than about 16. I came home a little sad about that. My 10 year high school reunion was last summer, and I still get mistaken for a teenager. Pathetic.
Fast forward to today. I paid babysitters to feed my children dinner while I read at the library. Emma stayed home from school sick today, and frankly, I just needed a little break. While I was reading, a group of 3 teenage boys came in and sat down at the table next to mine. After a while, they were being kind of loud, so I just looked over at them to figure out what was going on. They were playing with a cell phone. And then I went back to my book. A little while later, they left and I gave it no more thought.
As it was nearing time to go home, I put my book in my purse and left the library. On my way to my minivan, I passed those same 3 boys sitting outside.
I heard from their direction, "Hey!"
I looked around, and it appeared they were talking to me. I kept walking.
"Hey!" These boys are nothing if not articulate. They noticed the keys in my hand. "Can we get a ride?"
This asked for a response. "Um, no. Sorry."
"What, your mom won't let you give people rides?"
I choked out, "Nope, she won't."
I had to call Ryan and relate this story to him. It is likely at least one of these kids has/had him for their teacher.
People tell me that when I am old, I will appreciate my youthful appearance. Right now I am just hoping that someday soon, I will stop looking like a teenager. I'm telling you, it's annoying to be stopped in Walmart with two children in tow and pregnant for the 3rd time by a grandma-aged lady asking how old I was. I am old enough that my teacher husband is not going to get in trouble. Promise.