seriously?

The Maxster and I ran some errands today. At the DMV, a lady - one of the other patrons - asked if he was my grandson. REALLY? I understand that it IS, technically speaking, physically possible that I COULD be his grandmother, but do I really LOOK like his grandmother?

Note to self: spend less time with toothless people waiting to register cars for their 18 year old sons who have 'had a little trouble with the law,' and more time with the young women, who think I'm cool for trying to knock them off of tubes being pulled behind speedboats.