A few months ago, I set up a booth selling Discovery Toys at a day-long conference. A nice man had a booth next to me for the pharmaceutical company that he represents.

The guy was probably in his 60’s. He immediately struck up a conversation with me and we chatted most of the day.

I had invited one of the new consultants on my team to stop by to see how I set up my booth. This woman has been out of college a few years. She worked as a teacher and now stays home with her 1-year-old son.

After the woman left, the older man asked me, “Was that your daughter?”

“WHAT’S YOU TALKIN ABOUT WILLIS?!?” I answered in my head. Then I replied, “Ummm. No.”

“Do you have children?” the man asked.

“Yes. They are EIGHT. SIX. AND F-O-U-R!” I answered.

Well, today I was working another booth and the same woman came to help. We were chatting about her mother-in-law. She explained that her husband’s mother is very young to be a grandma. She’s 40.


For the record, I am NOT old enough to be this woman’s mother. I am exactly 39 years, nine months and three weeks old.

Not 40.

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