"Who was that?" asked Rachel, as I hung up the phone yesterday.
"That was Cindy's mommy," I said. "She wanted to know if we were meeting them at the pool today. I told her no, because we have tennis try-outs later."
"Oh, we can't go to the pool, too?"
"Sadly, no - I'm not ambitious enough to do two major outings in one day. Now, Cindy's mommy is different - she's going straight from the pool to a soccer tournament. She's way more energetic than I am."
"Well," said Rachel, sympathetically, "that's because she is so much younger than you."
|How my daughter sees me, apparently...|
"Really?" asked Rachel, not even attempting to hide her astonishment. "Are you sure? She looks so much younger."
"Yes! Yes, I'm sure," I said, just a little too loudly.
Realizing her mistake (girls are perspicacious, even at age 10), Rachel backpedaled. "Oh, I guess it's just...just that she is so much TALLER than you. Yeah, that's it - she's taller."
Thanks, honey - I'll take that. At my age, any face-saving lie will do.
[Old lady image: Craig Advisors]