Like Mother, Like Daughter

, | Related | November 19, 2013

(I am female and 14 at the time. My parents are in their late forties. My mom is out of town and there is a guest pastor at my parents’ church. He is talking to my dad.)

Pastor: “It’s lovely to meet you! And is this your wife?”

Me: *weirded out* “Oh no, I’m the daughter. Mom’s out of town!”

(We tell my mom and brothers afterward, share a few awkward chuckles, and think nothing more of it. My two brothers are 17 and 11 years old respectively. About a month later, the three of us are at a craft store in search of model paint.)

Me: “Hey, while you guys find the colors, I’m going to go look at the cross-stitch stuff.”

Older Brother: “Okay, we’ll find you when we’re done.”

(A few minutes later, multiple aisles away, I am approached by an employee.)

Employee: “Your sons are looking for you. Would you like me to show you where they are?”

Me: *blinking in bewilderment* “Uh. Sure?”

Employee: “Great! They’re right this way.”

(The employee leads me to a different section of the store, where I see my brothers looking around as if somewhat lost. The employee presents me cheerfully to them, and walks away.)

Me: “… so, apparently I gave birth before I existed! And again when I was three. To you guys. Go me?”

(The only explanation we could ever come up with was that, being on the swim team at the time, I had a slightly silver tint to my hair due to chlorine. I think I would have preferred the classic green!)

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