Jeans...

Yesterday I took my daughter to watch her daddy play raquet ball at a friend's apartment. There were three friends who were playing doubles with G and as I walked in with Babs the four of them got out of the court to meet Babs. They were seeing her after a very long time and were very enthu but Babs promptly hid behind my thunder thighs which of course can protect two other babies if needed and shelter ppl from rain too...errr....

Anyways so one of my friends M got down on his knees and was trying to gets Babs away from my thigh when he said, "these must be old jeans."

I looked aghast and did not know what to say when he continued, "at least three or four."

I looked at G and he looked back at me and then asked him, "what are you saying."

M replied, "I mean look at her, the color of her hair, does not look like either of yours, she must have gotten her GENES from three or four generations ago." Babs hair color is dirty blonde. Ya don't ask me how and yes G is the father :) and I stick with that story :)

I breathed a sigh of relief. I really thought he was talking about the jeans I was wearing. Of course they are three years old and they are one of the few pairs I own and I was totally embarrassed for the few seconds not knowing what to . 

Then when I told G about it, he told me that even he was wondering why M was talking about my jeans until he finished the conversation...and then he added, "I would not be surprised if M had actually noticed that your jeans were old, he has a strong girly side." I could not stop laughing!