How Old Do I Look?

I was out shopping for my twelve year old daughter today and I ended up at a popular tween store looking at hooded sweatshirts and trying to decide between two sizes for her.

Across the display from me was a woman with a young girl, about my daughter’s age and size, who was pulling on the same sweatshirts and zipping them up to check for the right size.

I politely called over and asked them what size the girl was trying on, explaining that I was trying to figure out the correct size for my own daughter.

They told me and I thanked them.

As they walked away, the mother, a lady about my age, told me she hoped my GRANDDAUGHTER liked the sweatshirt I had picked.

I sputtered out to her retreating back that I was buying it for my daughter, not my granddaughter.

I don't think she heard me.

And then?

I laughed.

But honestly, thinking about it now?

I should have slugged her.

Granddaughter. 

Hmmph.