Yes I am the kid’s mom
Me: [To fellow parent in the Barnes and Noble kids’ section] Your son is so cute!
Other parent: Thank you, so is yours. …He is yours, right?
Me: Yes
Other parent: You just look so young, like you’re his sister.
Me: That’s the second time this week that someone has asked whether I’m the mom or the nanny, but I assumed it’s because we don’t look anything alike.
Other parent: Haha, yes, actually he doesn’t look much like you. Does he look like his dad?
Me: No. Anyway, your son is very cute!
No one ever thinks he’s my kid. Normally I don’t care, but… D does this thing where if he’s unhappy, he says, “wanna go see mama” even if I’m RIGHT THERE. So if we’re in public and he’s screaming and I’m scolding him for screaming, he starts repeating, “Go see mama, wanna go see mama!” and people look at me like I’m some kidnapper or horrible evil nanny.
Luckily most days he’s good and well-behaved.
