I'm going to die an old man baby.

The other day, my mom babysat Sadie and before my brother-in-law dropped her off, she mentioned to the housekeeper, Susie, that (if Josh brought Sades early enough) Susie "might get to see the grandbaby today." Susie said, "What's her name again? I never can remember it." Mom told her and Susie said, "Oh, that's right. She is the tiniest little thing." Mom said, "Oh, you've seen her?" Susie said, "The one who was on the computer?"

Me. She thought I was my mother's grandchild. It's official; I am aging backward.