I was all set to whine about my kitchen floor flooding from my neighbor’s washing machine (four times today!), but the landlord showed up and called the Roto-Rooter-type guys.
Well, the Rooter/plumber/whatever guys showed up less than an hour later. My SO was holding our 5-month-old son when he let them in, and one of the guys remarked to him, “Oh, you’re stuck babysitting today? One of your kids just dropped the baby off?”
My SO’s response was thus: and then :eek: and then :mad: and then, in a very snarky tone, “No, I’m just an old guy who didn’t realize he still had it in him. This is my son.”
Me, when he told me about it: “BWA-HAHAHAHAHAHA!” (snort) “Sorry, honey… HAHAHAHAHAHA… don’t mean to laugh… HAHAHAHAHAHA!” (gasp) “I never thought you’d be mistaken for your own son’s grandfather so soon… HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
My SO: (grumbling) “I’m not old. Dammit, I’m not. Shut up. Stop laughing.”
That happened to my dad! He was forty when my little brother was born. We were on vacation in Hawaii when my brother was about ten, and he and my brother were out bodysurfing with all the other vacationing kids. One of the kids said to my brother, “Hey! Your grandpa’s pretty good!” My dad couldn’t stop laughing.
That sort of thing happened to me a lot. After I hit puberty, but before my brother did, I was often mistaken for his mom and sometimes for my Dad’s wife to boot.
After my brother hit puberty we just got mistaken for bf/gf. The most recent is my Dad sometimes gets mistaken for my son’s father, not his Grandpa.
I think I can beat that one. My folks are out RVing this summer, and when they stopped in a store, one of the clerks asked my step mom “Where’s your father?” No, my dad does not have a trophy wife, Step Mom is only about 10 years younger.
My dad got a kick out of it, and of course, my Step Mom was thrilled.
My (now EX) husband was 45 and I was 42 when our surprise baby boy was born. Dad has been called Grandpa more times than he can count at this point. The first time, when our son was only a few weeks old, was quite a shocker. I think he’s gotten used to it by now. I, on the other hand, and much to my EX’s chagrin, have never been called Grandma…at least not to my face!
This happens all the time in my family. My mom was 39 when she had me, dad 41. My two oldest sisters are 14 and 18 years older than me. Then my oldest sister didn’t start having kids 'til she was 34. So if I go out with her and the kids, we’re often mistaken for a mother and kids going out with the grandmother.
With my middle sister, it was more surprising. 14 years is a lot, I’ll grant you, but we don’t look that different. Still I thought she was going to smack the woman in Saks who suggested I might want to buy my sister some perfume for mother’s day.
-Lil
and then :eek: and then :mad: and then, in a very snarky tone, “No, I’m just an old guy who didn’t realize he still had it in him. This is my son.”
(still giggling, but quietly)