We all went to see Owen on his last day of Iddy Biddy Baseball. As we were walking into the Park District building, an older couple was walking out. They smiled, and I smiled back as I was escorting an extraordinarily cute little baseball player. As they passed us they said, “are you the grandparents?”
“are you the grandparents?”
ARE WE THE GRANDPARENTS????
I just looked at them and said, “no”. Ernie began chortling next to me and said something to the effect of ‘don’t worry, you can blog about it’ and continued to chortle…….
I have not managed to process this adequately yet. I know technically I could be a grandmother of a 6 year old but…..