Wait, let me backup. Days before this special lunch, I told my sister that I needed to look hip and cool (which is like the opposite of me) when I went to have lunch with A. She was all like, "Well, that's never going to happen." I was all like, "I'm serious."
After realizing none of my Spring Break beachwear would do the trick, I decided to make a stop at TJMaxx. My dear, sweet little sister rolled her eyes, but joined me anyway. I tried on 17 shirts (or 3-whatever) and finally settled on a cute little green number. I said to her, "Does this make me look hip and cool?" She said, "As close as you are going to get." I high fived the dressing room mirror and skipped along to the car!
We had a wonderful lunch. We chatted with the other 3rd graders. I loved them! A told her very sweet teacher that I was a great teacher and a blogger and that I do "important stuff." (Seriously should take her everywhere I go AND I should also mention she has never said anything like that about me before. I almost cried. So cheesy, right?) It was a happy aunt moment.
I was so happy when her teacher said we could walk her back to the room. The hallways were so quiet. The kids so well behaved. It was lovely. I was the hip and cool aunt and A was proud of me, almost as proud as I am of her. I was so happy I could burst! I was walking on clouds I tell you!
We slowly walked into her classroom. I noticed Daily 5 pieces, books I love, and more. I was admiring their work when a student in A's class looked at her, looked at me and said, "Hey A, is that your grandma?" I looked up, then looked around wondering if my mom was surprising us. No mom. I looked at T, who was laughing so hard he couldn't contain himself. I was stunned. I couldn't believe it. This girl wasn't kidding. She was serious. A said, "No that's my aunt" and went on about her business. T laughed all the way to the car. "Mommy, did you hear what she said? She asked if you were her grandma!!"
I checked with my sister to see if A had a visually impaired child in her class. I figured that might make sense. She however does not. I asked if she might have lied about her own age and therefore the children thought I was old enough to be her mother. She said no (not sure about that one though.) I asked if she had purposely sent me to school in an unhip and uncool aunt shirt. She assured me she had not. (The verdict is still out on that one, too!)
So, I guess I learned a lesson on my once a year lunch with my niece and it's a good one. It's one I'll remember next time for sure! Hip and cool shirts don't make the aunt, the hip and cool niece does!