During a recent trip to the grocery store, I walk through the dairy section. I'm feeling pretty great, like a young, hot mom, and then I hear this:
A woman speaks to her junior high/high school aged daughter, "Honey, can you please grab the cart for me?"
Daughter's reply, while rolling her eyes, "Mo-im. I don't want to push the cart. I feel like a mother."
Ego balloon officially deflated.