The other day, I had to call the UPS store to track a package. This is a regular place to visit for us. When she realized the destination she asked who this was. I told her it was Katie. She said, "Oh, is this the package that your dad had sent to Idaho?" I was totally laughing on the inside. I didn't want to say anything to make her feel bad, but I just thought it was so flattering that she thought Tom was my dad. I told him the story, and we had a good laugh. He said we should go in and start kissing in front of her. Funny, huh.
Well, yesterday, Tom goes in to send of another package. The lady makes a point to tell Tom how professional his daughter was. She was so impressed. Tom said, "My daughter? You know she is only 7 right?" She said "Yes, I can't believe you would give her so much responsibility."
Oh snap! She thought I was my seven year old daughter. All those good feelings I had about feeling like I looked young enough to be Tom's daughter evaporated.
This kind of thing happens all the time. Every time I answer the phone, they ask to talk to my parents.