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.”
