My mother is adopting some rather disturbing Mrs. Bennet-like tendencies...
We went to my 2nd cousins's bar mitzvah today to pick up my grandparents.
As we were sitting down for breakfast, my mom sees this new mother and her little baby and starts ooh-ing and aah-ing. I was still groggy and had just taken my first sip of coffee when my mom says "oh, Melanie, that'll be you in 10 years..."
My eyes popped, I gasped, and I spat my coffee all over the table.
"Or maybe 20," she said after seeing my reaction.
I was torn between trying to frantically mop up the coffee or saying "I'm sorry, mother darling, but I don't think I'll be sprogging rugrats anytime in the near future."
Anyway, I think I said something to the effect of "Excuse me while I go make this coffee Irish."
Seriously, though, good grief...I thought I had a few more years before this crap started...
As we were sitting down for breakfast, my mom sees this new mother and her little baby and starts ooh-ing and aah-ing. I was still groggy and had just taken my first sip of coffee when my mom says "oh, Melanie, that'll be you in 10 years..."
My eyes popped, I gasped, and I spat my coffee all over the table.
"Or maybe 20," she said after seeing my reaction.
I was torn between trying to frantically mop up the coffee or saying "I'm sorry, mother darling, but I don't think I'll be sprogging rugrats anytime in the near future."
Anyway, I think I said something to the effect of "Excuse me while I go make this coffee Irish."
Seriously, though, good grief...I thought I had a few more years before this crap started...