This Saturday, I took my eight-year-old son to cut his hair, and was mistaken for the siblings. The thing is like this. After we got to the street, we took our son to eat something, and when we finished eating, we took our son to have a haircut.
We randomly found a barber shop and went in. We went into the shop and told the boss to cut our hair. The boss said you both want to cut it? Is my younger brother or sister cutting first?
I smiled and told my boss that I would not cut my son. The boss looked at my son and then looked at me and said, I’m sorry, I thought you were siblings What? I see you are young. I said it was okay, the boss would cut my son and asked me how old I was? I told my boss that I was 25 years old this year. The boss said at what age did you get married? I said that the 16-year-old marriage gave birth to my Dabao at the age of 17.
Because I am not tall, my son is almost shoulder-to-shoulder. Standing together is really not like a mother and daughter. My face is a bit like a baby face, so the boss will treat us like a sibling!
The boss smiled and said, "You got married quite early. Now, many people like you are not married and think you are not married yet, so I smiled and didn't answer."
I have also wondered now, wondering if my husband had poured some ecstasy soup at that time before agreeing to marry him [cover face] But it feels good, and I feel young when I go out with my son and I am considered an older sister. A lot of [laughing and crying]
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