Older and Wiser

Sometimes it feels like I can't get away from my age.  On the one hand there is Owen, introducing me to strangers, "Hi, I'm Owen.  This is my mom.  Her name is Tracy.  She's 43."  I suppose I should teach him to add, "She's a Sagittarius and she likes long walks on the beach," because I do feel like I'm being set up on occasion.  I think I may have even blushed a few times.

On the other hand is Natalie.  She questioned me last week about the date of the school's Family Fun Night (I was on the Decorating Committee).  I told her the date.  She responded, "Ella's mom thought it was a different night.  But I knew you were right (I'm thinking...because I am on the Decorating Committee).  Because you're bigger than her."  Uhh..back up there just a moment.  Say that again.  "You know, you're bigger than her.  She's only in her 30's and you're in your 40's.  So I knew you were right."

Ahhhh, I see.  (Actually I'm terrified at the thought of the Kindergarten class sitting around discussing the age of their mothers.)  I suppose I should be thankful that my advanced age gives me one advantage - that in the eyes of at least Natalie I am by default smarter than all the other mothers.  Sadly, I had to shoot down that theory pretty quick.   "No dear, your logic doesn't work.  You see, Daddy is older than Mommy."  We just can't let that theory grow any roots around here.