Huh?

Earlier this evening, a woman was goo-gooing at Peeper and asked, "Is she your youngest?"

It surprised me, because usually the question, "Is she your. . . " is followed by ". . . first?" but, eh, no big deal.

Then I thought about it a bit more. Let's do the math.

Peeper is thirty-eight weeks old.

And looks younger than that.

If I'd gotten pregnant the day she was born (and that shit's not even funny), I'd just now be full term.

So, did this woman think I was dragging Peeper around but had left a newborn at home?

Or did she think that I look like I might be pregnant?

Or did she expect me to say that, yes, Peeper is a "baby oops" who is waaaay younger than those other kids that I had a a more reasonable age?

Or that she's actually my granddaughter?

Or maybe it's just one of those things you ask and then realize, "Wow, that was a stupid thing to say!"

Yeah, let's go with that option, because otherwise, I can't figure how she wasn't calling me either old or fat.