Dinner with My Oldest, age 13.

Olive Garden Hostess: “Would you two like to wait for a table or just sit in the bar?”

Me: “Uh… How old do you think she is?”

Hostess: (horrified stare)

Me: “She’s 13.”

Hostess: “Oh my god! Really? I’m so sorry.”

Oldest: “It’s OK.”

Me: “No. No, it is not.”