My MIL and I took Aidan shopping today for some last minute holiday items today. She was driving Aidan around in one of those giant carts, while I stood nearby, when an older gentleman asked whether Aidan was my baby brother or my son. When I told him Aidan is my son, he told me I didn't look old enough to be a mother.
He then guessed my age.
Never mind the ring on my finger, or the two tiny white hairs I refuse to pull but take great pains to hide under my (increasingly frizzy) mop of brown hair. Never mind that I'm 27.5 years young.
Bless him, this dude truly thought I was still a teenager!
I can definitely handle walking through life perpetually looking 10 years younger.