Walking into a store, a car identical to ours pulled into the lot. I joked that maybe it was my husband. My child had an insightful answer. (Keep in mind, she thinks her own Grandma is beautiful )
Our conversation went something like this:
“It can’t be our car, there is an old lady driving.”
“Old? She is only probably Grandma’s age!”
“You think Grandma is old?
“Well-yeah. She IS a grandma, sort of comes with the package.”