And yes, it finally happened. Much sooner than I would have thought. I'm not posting this for a pity party because I already received plenty of pity thanks to Facebook and the friends and family that I talked to. But yes, it had to be documented. August 12, 2009 was the first day that someone asked if Cooper was my Grandson!!!. Ouch.
The short and sweet version...Coop and I were shopping at a thrift store we frequent every once and awhile and the owner was trying to chit chat with us as he was ringing us up. He said, 'is that your grandson or you son?'. He must have seen the sheer terror on my face because the next thing he said was, 'Uh, I mean, Err..I didn't think he could possibly be your grandson.' Duh, nice try. If you didn't think so, then why did you ask?
Moving on......Coop and I have a busy day planned. I better start stretching my hips and take my Metamucil before the day gets away from me. Jeepers, where does the time go? :) Before you know it, I'll be doing the old lady fist pump in the air and telling people to "get off my lawn".
My self portrait
Tennessee moonshine!
4 comments:
Oh my goodness, Amy, you crack me up!! I am laughing with (that is with, not at) you! You are a nut ball.
Okay, you said no pity party, but OOF. Right in the solar plexus.
Incredible fun that Cooper is starting to communicate with words!
i am surprised that his first word is not "dog".
You know what I think - grandma. Be happy you didn't get knocked up at 15 like all the other hillbillies in your neck of the woods. So yeah. You look like a grandma to the inbreeds.
And I'm with Joanne. Car? That is a hard word. The "r" sound is hard. Coop is a freakin' genius.
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