This afternoon, I arrived at a friend's house to find the neighborhood kids playing basketball in the street. I say "kids", but they were probably junior high age...maybe a bit older. I parked my car some distance from them and got out to ask if they still had enough room to play.
Looking completely terrified to be addressed directly, they stood silent until the tall one stuttered, "No, ma'am".
Looking completely terrified to be addressed directly, they stood silent until the tall one stuttered, "No, ma'am".
"Ma'am!?" I maybe a mama, but I am certainly no "ma'am".
I couldn't be more than... eek! TEN to FIFTEEN years older than them. Wow! I am old. When did that happen?
Oh-kay, so maaaaaaybe when I see the local high school kids loitering in front of Starbucks at 9 pm... on a Saturday night... in summer, my first thought is, "shouldn't you be in school?".
I also recently passed along a gift card from American Eagle. There is not ONE skirt in that entire store that is longer than nine inches... or wider, for that matter. I figured it's $25 dollars better spent by my stylish, soon-to-be-nineteen, waify, younger sister.
But still... not one month ago, a nurse at my son's pediatrician's office asked, what I'd like to be when I "grow up"... possibly assuming I'm a teenage mom.
Last week, I stopped getting carded at restaurants and now this...
I might as well start hanging out in a lawn chair in my front yard, yelling at kids to get off other people's lawns...
photo by Luke H
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