The guy was the tiniest bit goofy, and had a fairly androgynous looking kid with him of indeterminate tween age, I just couldn't tell if it was a boy or girl. Turns out it was a girl. "Will there be blood?", she asked as I got out the scissors. Wasn't that a movie?
After the sutures were removed and I prepared his walking papers, I teasingly asked the little girl if she saw any blood.
Dad: "Hey, you said that like you have kids"
Me: "Oh, sure. I have kids your age"
Dad: "What?! That can't be true. You're too young to have kids my age!"
Me: "I had my first when I was about 12, so yeah. About your age"
Dad: " No, go on! You're joking, but you are just too cute"
Me: "Um, well thanks for making my day"
Flirting, me? Yeah, no. I was being a wise ass. HE was flirting.
Dad: "What?! That can't be true. You're too young to have kids my age!"
Me: "I had my first when I was about 12, so yeah. About your age"
Dad: " No, go on! You're joking, but you are just too cute"
Me: "Um, well thanks for making my day"
Flirting, me? Yeah, no. I was being a wise ass. HE was flirting.
