"Hi-yee! Are your parents home?" Excuse moi? Do I look 16?
"Um, actually I'm the parent." I replied.
She apologized profusely and was a tad embarrassed, but I assured her it was OK and bought a box of thin mints.
Meanwhile, I can hear my obnoxious husband in the background laughing like a hyena. Apparently he thought it was just hilarious that the little girl scout assumed I didn't look old enough to be a homeowner, let alone look much older than her.
I had to remind him of a similar time when he first moved in to our house: there was (and still is) a huge geese problem in our neighborhood. They like to hang out in the lake behind our house, and proceed to come in our backyard to crap all over it and tear the grass up. Jon decided to take matters into his own hands and fire off a few empty rounds from his paintball gun to scare them off. Apparently a less than happy neighbor spotted him and called the cops. 15 minutes later, the police show up on our doorstep and ring the doorbell. Jon answers it.
Cops: "Hi, son. Are your parents home?"
Jon: "Nope, they're at work."
I'm not exactly sure why someone would think that a man who is 6'5" and has a beard, a wedding ring and a few grey hairs would still live with their parents, but I guess we both look young. I suppose that's a good thing though, right? Jon had forgotten about that little scenario until I reminded him, and in an instant his roaring laughter was brought to a halt. I always get the last laugh.