Saturday night, Jeremy and I went to dinner with my parents. There, I had a fun little moment with the hostess.
Hostess: Hello, would you like a booth or a table? Ooohhhh ... you need a table right? (*pointing at my stomach*) You won't fit in a booth, right?
Veronica: Right. I'll be needing a table, thank you.
Hostess: How many babies you have in there? Two?
Veronica: Ha ha ha, nope, just one.
Hostess: No, in here (*touching my stomach*). How many babies? Two?
Veronica: ONE BABY. IN HERE.
Hostess: Two big boys in there, you'll see.
Veronica: ONE GIRL.
Hostess: Oh no, two big boys. You'll see.
Veronica: So, about that table?
Later, she heard me call my mom "Mom" and said "No way! She's not old enough to be YOUR mom!"
Well shit. Thanks, lady. You made my evening, to be sure.