Casey and I look young for our age. At least so far. We both grew up having the grocery cashier guess we were several years younger than we were. We are told that we will enjoy this later in life. I'm sure that's true and actually, since we are no longer teenagers longing to be older, we really don't mind it now. Here's a couple of funny stories about age:
One Sunday morning Casey was sitting by Ava (almost 4 years old) on our pew and talking to her about what she did in bible class. Cody and Becky (Ava's parents) weren't there at the time and one of Ava's friends (can't remember her name) came up, looked at Casey, and then turned to Ava and said, "Is that your grandpa?" First time someone thought he was older than he is!
We tell this one all the time - you've probably already heard it:
When we first moved into our house almost 3 years ago, we were 23 years old. Two women from our neighborhood dropped by one Saturday evening to give us a welcome gift. Casey opened the door and one of them asked him, "Is your mom home?" After he told him that this was his house, the woman was so embarassed and tried to leave as soon as possible. Come to think of it, we haven't heard from her since!
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I may not look young for my age anymore, I don't know. But, during my early and mid 20's I did look young for my age. When Cody and I went to rent him a tux for our wedding, the ladies asked us which prom we were going to. When I student taught at a high school, I was constantly being mistaken for a student.
I've been given many a suspicious look when ordering alcohol (followed by the scrutinizing of my ID). But your story about that lady asking Casey if his parents were home is just about the funniest thing I've ever heard.
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