What the????

Twice in the past 10 days someone has mistaken me for Levi's Grandmother. Both times my mouth fell open and I did not say anything. Just walked away scratching my head. OK, I may not be a spring chicken anymore, and in both instances I had on no makeup and was dressed very casually, but what the heck? Grandmothers are little old ladies, people. They carry large purses filled with kleenex, peppermints and pink chapstick. They get their hair done once a week and smell like Jean Nate. They wear sensible shoes and make jello salads for church potlucks.

This did get me thinking, though. Am I too old to have small children? Am I doing them a dis-service by giving them a mature set of parents? My conclusion? Heck no! I can still run circles around people much younger than me. I may not have the energy or desire to party all night long, but I have plenty of energy to stay up with a sick child, to get up and scare away the bogey man or to change out wet sheets. I still have the energy to garden all day long, go swimming with the kids, cook dinner and put them to bed. I may not have my hot young bod anymore (if I ever did) and there are more wrinkles than I will admit to, but I still have what it takes.

So all of you who look at me and think I am his grandmother (and apparently that my 15 year old daughter is his MOTHER) I say shame on you! Now I just need to work on my witty retort so that the next time someone says this I am prepared. Any ideas???