About halfway during my son’s swimmeet today I had an “aha” moment. I was working at the head table (entering stats into the team computer) and was continuously interrupted by people asking me about their volunteer jobs for the meet (which I knew nothing about–at all). It took about two hours for me to realize that they were confusing me with the Parent Volunteer Coordinator.
So I asked a person sitting next to me whether I resembled the PVC. He replied that I do–so much so that he had assumed that we were related.
Wow. That’s just kinda weird.
So I asked John if we look alike. He said we look about as alike as any two suburban, anglo, brunette women with ponytails and wearing the same outfit (standard Mom uniform–crops and a tank).