Never judge a book by its cover. Or never judge a man by his hair color. I was coming out of local grocery store with the princess in one arm and a grocery bag in the other. When a woman who walked out with me but a little behind. Commented aren’t you a lucky little girl being carried by your Grand pa. Wait, what. I started laughing cuz this wasn’t the first time this happened. I tried to tell her in a gentle way so that she wouldn’t get embarrassed “but actually I’m the father”. No matter what I tried to say she was embarrassed. “I’m so sorry” was her reply. “No worries” was my answer.
You know, I got married a little late in life and started a family late in life. Got married when I was 38, me and my wife had our child when I was 48. Something like that. But it’s ok, nowadays we know so much about health and medicine and taking care of one self that it shouldn’t be too much of a problem about living to a ripe old age. As long as I don’t get hit by a bus or anything.
So I look into the mirror, I know I’m overweight but on a diet. But my hair is a good portion white, got to start using Grecian again. Good thing that I’m good to my wife and she loves me. Got to start working out again, maybe think about a fixing my hairline. I’ve been thinking about a transplant for a while now, too shallow? So has this ever happened to you guys out there. About being mistaken as a Grand pa for your child, when you are actually the Dad?