Well, it happened.  I know the person wasn't trying to be mean or anything, but it still stings -- and not so much for the 'obvious' reason.

I ran a few errands over lunch, including popping into Walgreens.  I didn't find what I went in for, but I did find some water paints on clearance, so I snagged them.  At checkout the older woman at the register said "buying these for your grandchildren?"

I did reply that they were for my 4 year old daughter, who will love them.  It is only a little that she thinks I look old enough to have grandkids -- because, let's be honest, I am, and my severe need to recolor my hair is the clear message here.  The real reason is that I hated it when I was a kid and people mistook my dad as my grandfather.  I distinctly remember one of the instances:  Wissinger's market out on 31st street.  I remember crying.  I don't know why it bothered me so, but it did.

The good news is Avery wasn't with me.  There's no telling if this would bother her as it did me,