About 3 weeks ago somebody thought I was a grandmother. A grandmother. Maybe I don't look as much like I did in high school as I so giddily thought.
Granted, she was 5 and wanted to know if I had a granddaughter for her to play with, but that is almost beside the point.
It is unpleasant to be considered a grandmother at 37.
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