I’m fully aware that I’m only two years younger than my sister, and that at nearly 32 (yes, my age now) my mom had a 12 year-old and a 10 year-old (how on Earth did you do it Mom?) but still. When the nice cashier at Toys ‘R Us last night chatted me up about the gift I was buying for Alex’s birthday and how old was he, and did he have any brothers, and then said as I left, “enjoy your son’s birthday” my lingering thought was, “Are you crazy? Do I look like a mom??” Apparently so.