Akin To Your Kin

(I am babysitting my two nieces. I bring them and my two sons to the store. We are standing in a rather long line at the checkout.)

Niece #1: *picking up candy* “Can I get this?”

Me: “Sure. Everyone can get one candy bar.”

(All four kids then start trying to pick out candy, asking for more than one, etc. An older woman behind us is watching the whole thing.)

Older Woman: “All of your children look so much alike, especially your daughters. They look just like you.”

Me: “They aren’t my daughters.”

Older Woman: “But you said they can get candy!”

Me: “I’m watching them but they aren’t my daughters. I only have sons.” *points to my sons* “These are my nieces.”

Older Woman: “But they look just like you!”

Me: “That’s because I’m their aunt. They aren’t my daughters. I only have sons.”

Older Woman: “They all look so much alike.”

Me: “Yes, they do. But they aren’t my daughters.”

Older Woman: “Are you sure?”

(I really had no answer for that question.)