mommy?

yesterday, my brother (ward), my sister (claire), and i went to the pool for the afternoon. if you don't know, we LOVE the pool. also, ward and i are on a serious campaign to get tan this summer.

the three of us are hanging out, relaxing, minding our own business, and laughing hysterically at all the little kids. (btw, next time you're at the pool, you should totally watch them; it's like a child soap opera.) then, all of a sudden, this old lady comes over to claire and me. she's talking up a storm, like we're best friends, and i have absolutely no idea who she is. come to find out, her granddaughter was in class with claire last year, and she just had to come over and say hello. over the course of the conversation, we discover that she knows my grandparents. she tells me how she's "been knowing them forever." and then asks which one of their children is my parent. i tell her i am gina's daughter, and then she says this: "wow. i just feel so old. i can't believe don and barbara have great-grandchildren."

let me explain what that means. if don and barbara are my grandparents, and their daughter is my mom, then claire must be my child in order for them to have great-grandchildren. claire is 13! even if i had birthed her when i was 15, i would have to be 28 for her to be mine. i really don't think i look 28. most people don't even think i look as old as i am.

so what did i say in response to her incorrect assumption? "they don't." and then i told her it was nice talking to her and walked (well, swam) away. i wonder how long she's going to think about that before she figures out that claire is my sister, not my daughter.