I'm a Grandma!

Well, ok. Obviously NOT.



But I was in the furniture store and the sales guy said something about Wyatt making a mess.

And I said "Oh no. Wyatt's mommy wouldn't like that very much."

So later, he asked "So are you his Grandma?"

I shot the guy a look. "NO! I'm his MOM."

The guy stammered...

"Oh... uhhh... well, while ago you said something about "his mommy", so I thought it was someone else."

"NO! I was talking about myself in THIRD PERSON!"

"Well," he answered, still stammering. "You understand my confusion, right?"

"Sure. I understand your confusion. Because I LOOK SO OLD."

"NOOO!", he shouted back, flustered. "That's not what I meant."

I gave that poor guy grief the rest of the time he was there.

"Hold on, us grandmas are slow and I can't walk that fast."

"Is this couch soft? Because my old grandma bones need soft."

The poor guy kept apologizing and stammering and I acted like I was really offended by it to keep him that way. Because I am mean like that.



Crystal