Husband and I were mailing boxes to Brother in Iraq tonight, and the Postal lady asked me if Husband was my son! (For those of you who don't know, my Husband is usually treated like a high school student because of his young looks. When he shaves, he sometimes looks like a 12-year-old. He's in his late twenties- older than me!)
Okay now that you have the history, let me remind you that I was asked if he was my SON! We ALWAYS get asked if we're brother and sister, but never before mom and son. That's just sick and depressing.
Regardless to say, the postal lady felt awful, but I am not over this yet. It was horrible! I just think you should all know about my traumatic tale.