At Babies R Us today, the kind, burly boy who helped me load a crib into the car asked me how old I was, because I “didn’t look old enough to have two kids.” I answered “32” and he misheard me, obviously thinking I had said 22. He said, “Wow. You are only two years older than I am. What did you do, have your first right out of high school?”
I don’t know whether to be appalled or flattered.