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Weird conversation of the day at the bakery near my house:

Baker: My, he's so cute! Is he your little brother? *points at little Dan*
Me: *smiles* Actually, he's my son...
Baker: Really? I was going to say he looks a LOT like you!
Me: I guess he takes on me. *smiles*
Baker: But you're so young, I guess girls are having children a lot younger nowadays...
Me: Actually, I'm not THAT young. I mean, I'll be 30 in October...
Baker: NO WAY! I thought you were, I dunno, 20.
Me: Yay, thanks. But I'm just the kind that never learns *points at purple hair and smiles*

By that point I already had everything I needed and had already paid her. She was starting to sound kind of desperate for a conversation, so I stormed out of the bakery.

As much as I know I don't look my age and I'm thankful for every compliment, it's the first time someone's mistaken lil' Dan for my brother. I guess the lady (who wasn't old at all) didn't have a great sight.
...Cuz honestly, I wished I looked like a 20-year-old!

I'm writing this while getting ready for a mormon wedding. It's not the ceremony (cuz apparently non-mormons aren't welcome in their temple) but more of a dinner-party thing.
As straight-edge as I am, I still find it difficult to conceive a party without alcohol. I mean, no drunken-uncle, cousin, etc? I wonder what they'll toast with...

As it is, I can only imagine the adventures I can have at a mormon party. I mean, I'm still looking for something that'll beat the deaf-mute party I attended when I was 16 (which was one of the most bizarre experiences I've had in my life).