It was a positively gorgeous afternoon and Lily had a great time playing with a little boy she had just met.
Everything was going along swimmingly until Lily got hungry. That's when she turned to me and said,
"Mommy, can I have a snack?"
Innocent enough...
until...
until...
The little boy Lily was playing with stopped dead in his tracks, snapped his cute little head around, looked me square in the eye and said in the most incredulous tone,
"Mommy?!?! Your mother looks like my great-grandmother!"
Miserable little punk.
If he had said I looked like his grandmother instead of his great-grandmother maybe I wouldn't have tripped him.
Maybe.
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