The Ripe Old Age of 22

I used to think that I looked 16 when I was 11 (largely thanks to my being one of the prominent faces of the Asian-American Festival in the Houston Chronicle that year) and that I've looked the same (i.e. ~16) ever since. Apparently that was wishful thinking on my part.

Today, while shopping with my mother, a woman (fellow shopper) in the store stopped me.
Her: Excuse me...
Me: Yes?
Her: Do you work here?
Me: [mildly surprised (as I was wearing a Labyrinth t-shirt and no name tag)] Oh, no. I'm sorry. [turn to continue on my way]
Her: Oh, well... do you have children? I'm shopping for a 13 yr old, and I'm not sure what size to get...
Me: [stunned pause (I'm sure the shock showed on my face, maybe there was even nervous laughter)] Umm, no. I don't. Sorry. [run away]

So combine this (where not only is it suggested that I have children but that one of them might be AS OLD AS 13) with the time on the plane when all the flight attendants thought the boy (I'd guess he was six or so) sitting next to me was my son, and it appears that I've become (in Fuji's words) "a 'MILF'at the ripe old age of 22."

It's as if my sister went a little overboard with Alice's DRINK ME bottle, and I had a bit too much of the EAT ME cake. *sigh*

In other news, I should be packing, but *surprise surprise* I'm not. Guess I'll do that now.....
Thank you, Everyone. I've had a lovely time.