Chiropractic Assistant: So you're having a little trouble with stiffness in your neck today?
Me: Yes. I slept in the recliner holding the baby last night.
Chiropractic Assistant: Oh, are you a grandma? Or were you just babysitting?
Me: Uhhh, no, no. He's my baby.
Chiropractic Assistant: Oh! You have a baby? How old is he?
Me: 6 months
Chiropractic Assistant: Wow, really? That's great. I had no idea.
DID SHE REALLY JUST ASK ME THAT?!?
I get that I'm not exactly a spring chicken, but really? I'm not even in my mid-thirties yet.
I came home and told Chris that being asked if I am a GRANDMA is worse than being asked if I'm pregnant when I'm not (yes, that's happened to me at least twice). I mean, at least I know that my body isn't a tiny size 4 or something and that I have a little extra chub. I had no idea that I apparently look old enough to be a GRANDMA. Why didn't one of you tell me???
And yes, Ms. Chiropractic Assistant, you truly have no idea.