Last night I was at the store saving 87% of my grocery bill when, at the check out, the bag lady (not to be confused with A bag lady but THE bag lady who was bagging my groceries) ask me a question...
Her: How old are you? 16? 17?
Me: Hahaha 25. And, I have a daughter.
Her: No! You look so young and fresh-faced. (she said "fresh-faced" as she waved her hand up and around my face)
And speaking of young and fresh-faced... here is that daughter that belongs to a teenage mom...
She's saying "More"