When a boy befriended one of the boys that I work with at my residential treatment center, they came over to me to ask permission if they could begin the corn maze (we were at Thanksgiving Point enjoying the multiplicity of corn maze activities they have they aren't even mazes). With only about 20 minutes left before we were going to gather up and leave, I told them that we wouldn't have time for the big maze, but that they could try the kiddie maze, and then we were all going home to have dinner. Thus proceeded the question about whether I was his mom.
While totally warranted by my explanation that we were going home to have dinner, I felt unhip...maybe I really am getting wrinkles and the few white hairs I have really are showing through? Do I really look that old?
But, when we got back into the car, the boys wanted to listen to my iPod, so that made me feel hip again...at least I have cool music to teenage boys, for however old I am.
1 comment:
Another great story. :) You'll always be young to me, Little Dude.
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