After being called "Dad" numerous times, I stopped laughing and told the lady "Um...we're not a Mom or Dad."
"As a matter of fact, we have no children, and aren't even married."
"Oh, how sad."
Yep, that's what she said. And then proceeded to call us both Mom and Dad throughout our adventure. Bud even told her his first name more than once, but no, he was Dad. I was Mom.
I told Bud it's a good thing we didn't bring a baby in with us, since we would have immediately been bumped up to Grandpa and Grandma. Now really, I know we're not twenty-somethings, but we are not Grandparent material, either. I looked for proof in the results of our adventure, and nope, no support hose or suspenders anywhere near either one of us.
Being called Dad freaked Bud out--it was a first time deal for him. I said, "Aw, heck, I've been called Mom since I was a teenager--just put a woman next to a child, and people will always think she's the Mom. " When I tell people, "No, I'm the Auntie" they give me weird looks--like if I didn't birth 'em why in the world would I want to take a kid anywhere? Well, for sheer entertainment value, of course. Then they go back to their real parents. After I've sent brainwashing materials shooting through their skulls through the sheer power of my voice. Really, an Auntie's work is never done. I still do it to my oldest nieces and nephews, who are in their late 20's and early 30's. I think it might finally be sticking. Either that, or I've severely compromised their brain cells.
So I told Bud, after this experience, and 8 years together, since we are now Mom and Dad, could I call him my boyfriend? The experience meant we were stuck together. He just laughed. I think I'll keep him.
|Not our nuclear family!|