okra: Is he your dad?

The neighborhood kids have adopted me for some reason. Since they found out I have rollerblades, they are always ringing my doorbell and asking me if they can race me on their bikes. They always beat me, of course. ;) They are also fascinated with the chickens. This evening, they came over and wanted to see the chickens. They were very excited about feeding the chicks grass and green apples from the apple tree. The chicks like them, too, haha.

When I first moved here about a year ago, I think that the kids thought that I was a kid, too. They kept asking me how old I am, even after I had told them, as if they totally didn't believe me. I'm kinda small I guess, perhaps shrimpier than I ever imagined. One of the little girls of the group was really surprised one day when she saw me drive into the driveway. She ran up and said "You have your license?!" They also like to ask me where my mom lives. Today, she asked me if my mom lives with me again, saying that she thought my mom lived here, too. Then, she asked me if my boyfriend (who does live here) is my dad! Hahahahaha. I mean, this is particularly funny because we are a "biracial" (I don't believe in the concept of race, but you get the idea) couple. We really don't look anything alike AT ALL. We are also not that far apart age wise, there is only about 4 years between us in age. I guess my perceived age shouldn't be too much of a surprise to me. There is one buffet restaurant that always charges me the kid price. I have had stewardesses on airplanes question my age when seated in the emergency exit isle. I also have trouble buying spray paint at Wal-Mart.

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Relating to the "Is he your dad?" post, my boyfriend just told me that he thinks that some people see us walking down the street together and give him funny looks, as if they think he is some sort of pervert for dating someone who looks so young. I still am not sure what makes me look so young. I'm small, but there are tiny old people, too!