I have two knitting friends who meet semi-regularly at Panera to share knitting and life. Often, discussion revolves around our boys. I am convinced my boys caused this! (I am 46.) OK, maybe it’s the cinnamon crunch bagels…
Giveaway is here.
The Trouble With Boys
Ummm… well… at least you saved a bit of money??
That cinnamon crunch bagel sounds delicious! Are they are all Paneras? Must go check…
Oh my! Well, to the children who usually work at places like that, I’m sure any one over 30 is considered a senior citizen.
I’m chuckling! That is just too darn funny. I tend to have the opposite problem… people think I am my boys’ babysitter or friend. I get raised eyebrows when I say that these guys are mine. “Did you have your first child when you were 12?” I get really tired of that question! I would relish being called a senior citizen for a change. 🙂
Oh, god! That happened to my mom one time at a coffee shop! The clerk asked if it was a “senior coffee”. My mom raised her eyebrows and gave her one of *those* looks and I swear the barista couldn’t take the discount off any faster! Oh, well. If it makes you feel any better I received a big envelope from AARP today!
OH NO! When I was 8 months pregnant with my first the kid at the grocery store asked me if I needed help out, “no thanks”, I said. He stopped. Looked me up and down, then: “are you SURE!?” Just because we’re pregnant we’re not helpless and just because we’re Mom’s we’re not seniors! Oh to be young and clueless…
Melanie
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