It happened again.
No, this is not the dreaded ma’am. Or even being called an elderly pregnancy. This is far worse.
This is when people ask if you are the grandma of your own kid.
Oh the horror. 🙂
The writer in me really wanted to come up with a fantastical reason.
The time machine glitched and I had to live a few extra years before getting back to now.
You caught me, but since my 20 year old daughter was the first to become a zombie, I’ve been acting as guardian for my grandchild until the zombie apocalypse hits. Don’t tell anyone.
Instead I said, nope she’s my daughter.
What’s the funniest thing you never said?