This is me now.

This is my husband now.

Just kidding. Sort of.

Here he is.

He’s got a bit of a youthful face, I’m sure you’d agree.

I don’t have such a gift. When I was 13, a woman thought I was 23. I’ve been asked a few times recently if I’m in my mid-30s. (For the record, I’ll be 25 in about a week.)

Well, when my son was in the hospital last week, Mark and I had a conversation with the nightshift nurse. She was very nice, pulled up a chair and chatted for a bit while preparing Menininho’s medication dose.

“So, out of curiosity, how old are you?” she asked my husband.

He replied, “26, in a couple of weeks.”

The nurse laughed. “When you were in the hall, asking about a bottle, I thought you were your son’s brother. I figured you were about 12.”

His son’s brother? Do you know what that means? She thought I was MY HUSBAND’S MOTHER!

Please excuse me while I go buy some expensive face-lifting creams for old ladies.