Time for Botox

It finally happened.  A woman in a store at DFW just asked me if Oscar was my grandson.  GRANDson.  I could blame the flourescent lighting and the fact we had gotten up at 3:30 am, but we know this is simply the first of many times I will encounter this issue.  Any insights?  All I can come up with is a chemical peel and injectables.  Hmm.  Or, I guess I could face the issue head-on with dignity.  Yeah, I’m kidding about that last option.

December 15, 2009 Posted by Oscar and Etta's mom | Random questions | 21 Comments