Yesterday my son said "Hey, Mom, was that you that I passed out on the road a while ago?"

I said "I didn't see you but my head was down a lot of the time."

He said "I think it was you - it looked like your green helmet," and I said "Oh, OK, how'd I look?"

He said "I thought you were a guy, actually."

I really didn't know how to take that! I've never been mistaken for a man before. So I said "I don't know how to take that - I've never been mistaken for a man before,"

So he said "I think it was your stance. I thought you were a really fit bicycle type guy, then after I passed you I remembered your helmet sitting out on the table and realized it was probably you."

Hmm. I guess this is better than last week when he couldn't look me in the face for a few days after he accidentally saw one of my butt cheeks when I didn't have my bath towel wrapped around right.

I'm starting to regret talking him into living at home instead of the dorms. He's around way too much.