At 5 years younger than his closest brother, Pumpkin Pie is the encore of my procreation. He’s my last baby and I was of Advanced Maternal Age when he was born. For some reason in his preschool class almost all the kids are oldest children and when we add these facts, the answer is that I am one of the old moms at the Submarine Preschool. I know, I can’t believe it, either.
Pumpkin Pie plays (in air quotes) indoor soccer once a week with some of the boys from his class and today was the day. I chatted with the moms (and one dad) while the boys played ball. After soccer, they are released to the
bacteria pit play land to burn off all the energy they can for 45 minutes. Since I had exhausted my chatting energy, I removed myself from the conversation to a bench to zone out and knit. Nearby the parents were discussing the nuclear disaster in Japan. How horrible. They say it isn’t as bad as Chernobyl. I think that was really bad. When was that? I was too young to remember.
Mom-who-will-remain-nameless: Mrs. Mulder, you’re older. When was Chernobyl?
Me: (Quietly knitting and minding my own business): Huh? Did you just call me old? You did! You just called me old!
Mom-who-will-remain-nameless: I meant my age. You’re my age.
Me: No I’m not. You’re like 29! Chernobyl was in 1986. And you suck.
That’s the last time I knit in public. Obviously that’s the issue here.