

I was having this thought as we were up at the register, both shirts in hand, but decided that 22 was still young enough to love a superman shirt. Maybe at 25, I will throw it out...but I'm still young enough to get away with this childish behavior. And then the unthinkable happened. My brother was playing with this Christmas Aflac Duck, who's inventor needs to be punched, and I glared at him. He started laughing and explained to the woman helping us that I hated that sound. (Umm...who doesn't?) And she said, "Mom's don't really like things that make too much sound," and then smiled sympathetically at me. My brother is 13!!! Do I look old enough to have a 13 year old child? I had people give me dirty looks when I appeared to be a teenager holding a baby, but for real? Now? I immediately felt ten years older, but the shirt was already rung up. I guess I will just have to wear it in shame, humming the song "Supergirl" to myself between sobs.