And, same as last year, someone thought my Dad was my husband.
No, I'm so not joking. I know that it could be possible given that we are 22 years apart. But come on - it was even our weekly waitress at Bernardi's that asked Mom after me, Asher & Dad walked out if that was my husband. Mom just laughed and said "no, he's mine."
This is much like a couple of months ago when we went out for pizza in Cullom and the waitress thought Mom was my sister and Taylor was like the "nanny."
Note to self: have kids young so that people can't tell if you are their parents or not... this is a great way to embarrass your children.