Are You My Mother?

Megan has been doing something lately that always takes me off guard.


We'll be walking around somewhere in public and she'll grab my arm. I'll stop and look down at her, then she'll ask, "Are you my mother?"

Surprisingly enough, I always say, "Yes." Then she relaxes and we walk on.

After about the 5th time she did this, I finally asked her what the deal was.

Megan: Because one time when we were at Target, I leaned on our shopping cart and started asking you a question. When I looked up at you, IT WASN'T YOU!! It was someone else!

Me: Ha ha! How'd that feel?

Megan: NOT good. So now I make sure it's you before I start talking or asking questions.

Me: Fair enough.