As I was checking out at the grocery store yesterday, the checker told me I had a very cute baby. I blushed and said thank you.
I noticed that she kept looking from Grace to me, back to Grace, several times. Finally, in exasperation, as if she was putting the pieces of a puzzle together and came across a piece that clearly did not belong, she asked, "Are you the nanny?"
In her mind apparently, Grace was far too cute to be a child of mine!