AARP's gotten the memo

We were sitting outside on the patio of a restaurant (stop laughing... yes, you can sit outside in Minnesota in the middle of September; they might have had heat lamps going but... whatever). Wyatt stopped mid-chip to ask me: "why do your hands look like Grandma hands?". I looked at him, hoping that I just misunderstood him, "what are you saying?".

I remember looking at co-workers' hands in the past and thinking 'wow, hands really do age you', then I tossed that thought away remembering too 'she and cigarettes are BFFs, gotta be the smoking.' I've got nothing to worry about.

So surely, sitting at the table, Wyatt investigating my hands, I knew there must be some explanation; perhaps that the freckles are too close to age spots, the chipped and bitten nails are just not pretty enough for Wu.

Then Henry decides to jump into the conversation, "They just look old, Mom".

I look at my husband, he just shrugs.

Just lovely.

The next day, still feeling slighted by my children (and husband), I reach into the mailbox and what do I see...


Apparently, AARP's gotten the memo.