My son walks up to me yesterday and out of no where says, "I'm cute- I get it from Dad" ...Really? Who told this boy that information?
Then I got...wait for it.. "Mom, was that show on in the 1800s when you were little?" Seriously? How old does he think I am? So I said it wasn't the 1800s-That his dad and I grew up in the 1990s. For all my effort, J replies, "But you are older than Dad,right?"
...By this time I'm pretty sure he thinks I am in my 80s :/ (for the record, I am only 6 months older)
I usually feel pretty good about myself, but by the end of day I was under the assumption:
* The cute factor in our family comes from my husband.
* I am older than dirt and apparently was BFFs with Laura Ingalls on the prairie
* I'm a cougar
Nothing like a "reality" check from the mouth of babes...
Have a great day!
-Jules
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