The last time my husband went to the grocery store, the checkout clerk told him how friendly our special needs son was on our previous trip there. She mentioned how happy he seemed with "the nanny." The thing is, we don't have a nanny. Trust me, I'd love a nanny — I dream of what it would be like if we did. And I'll take it as a compliment that I look young enough compared to my husband to be confused as "the nanny." What made this humorous experience so notable to me wasn't the flattering … [Read more...]