The nurse said that's fine -- are you his grandmother?
Ouch. Frankly she was very sweet and earnest that all I could reflexively muster was to try to laugh as youthfully as I could and respond with a hahahaha--uh, no, hahaha, I'm his auntie. She shrugged okay.
Yeesh. I couldn't decide whether she thought I looked like I was in my 50s/60s or if she thought I had my daughter at age 22, who then had Augie at 22. Not sure which scenario is better.
Anyhoo, a dinner out lifted my spirits as well as post-dinner walk before my flight.
Which I guess was just another Brooklyn vignette of a toddler...
and his granny.
Peace out, New York.