So as you know, my daughter was home this weekend. Now when that happens, there are laughs aplenty.
That’s a good thing, until the laughs are turned toward me.
And this weekend…it was about my bathrobe.
She looked at me and said, “Why are you so old? You’re wearing long sleeved pajamas and a bathrobe. You’re like a grandma.”
I answered, “What? I just want to be warm. Since when does a bathrobe equal senior citizen status?”
Then I fired back. “You have a bathrobe.”
She replied, “Yeah, but I don’t wear it.”