Tonight I sat and watched as some of the younger boys in older son’s karate class finished their belt tests. A very nice lady asked me which of the boys was my grandson. Seriously? I mean really, seriously? Grandson? Do I look that freaking old? Okay, technically I could be a grandmother at this age if the timing in my life have been different. But grandson? Seriously?!?
Grandson?
May 23, 2018 by pinkpigrulz
Posted in Musings and Epiphanies | Tagged grandson, mom of sons, seriously | Leave a Comment
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