Every few weeks I have the following conversation with some well meaning person…
“I saw your husband with the twins the other day at fill-in-the-blank class,” he or she begins.
“Oh. That–”
“Oh my gosh. He’s so cute with them!”
“Yeah except –”
“He so hands on!”
“I know but–”
“In fact he was playing with a bunch of the children in the class. He’s like the pied piper!”
“Right but–”
“You’re so lucky he’s so amazing with the kids.”
And finally I get to finish my sentence.
“I know. But that’s not my husband. That’s MY DAD.”
“Oh. (silence) Well, he’s really good with the kids!”
People please stop thinking I’m married to my dad. It wigs me out plus I have a great husband who is my age! Okay, 10 months older but you can hardly tell. Sigh…
Catherine Zeta-Jones must have the same problem with her dad Michael Douglas.
Addendum:
My friend Smeredith suggested I buy this for my dad…













That happened to me in the delivery room with my Dad.. my daughter’s dad was busy and the nurse thought my Dad was THE dad. lol. Yikes! Complements to my young looking parents though!.
Fantastic that your dad looks so young & is so energetic with the kids. An amazing compliment!!
LOL!
Seriously, I get the same exact comments about my dad. What really scares me though is as I age deeper into my 40′s I do believe we could actually look like a respectable couple. Save me.
“… ok, he’s 10 months older but you can hardly tell!” So funny!
The dad thing happened when I was in high school; the woman thought he was my boyfriend. I was mortified and my dad was standing right there. So so icky!
That happens with my dad too. I mean, people thinking he’s the kids’ father, not that I married him.
That is so funny! hey at least you know your dad is very good with your kids and that is a compliment indeed.
Ahhhhh, that’s hilarious! How awkward!
Love that grandpa is a hottie who rocks it with the younger set! Keep up the great work gramps.
Lol. I’ve had the same thing happen to me many times. Worst is that I’ve always been there and people think we’re one happy fanily and I gag a little at the concept that I’m married to my dad.
I remember when I was pregnant with my first, my Dad had to pick me up from the OBGYN because I was woozy from the fasting/doing shots of glucose for my super long sugar test. I felt everyone staring at me, judging me for marrying someone 30+ years my senior.
It is very true that I could have been paranoid due to lack of food. Luckily, I was too limp with hunger to be snarky.
I am still recovering from when I was 12ish and we were out to dinner celebrating my parent’s anniversary. My mom and brother were away from the table and the waiters came over with a cake and sang happy anniversary to me and my dad. . .