Geez...

We went to eat at Cheddar's tonight for dinner. The waitress person sat us down at a booth and handed Ben and Avery a colouring sheet and crayons. Which is perfectly normal, except she then gave one to me. I decided I should play along with it and started colouring in a butterfly as neatly and exquisitely as I could, so everyone would know I'm not 10 years old. It wasn't working. A different waiter asked what drinks we wanted. He came back with two tall glasses and three small, plastic cups with lids and straws. He set my small drink down in front of me at that point I questioned my appearance. I tried not to smile too much. J saw me and started smiling, and Aunt A. We were all only looking at each other smiling to ourselves. I was about to implode with giggles when Aunt A said something to the waiter as he was looking kind of befuddled. She assured him we were laughing at the situation and not him, adding that I was 14 years old. Again, I thought about my appearance this time looking at my outfit. I was wearing Ben Sherman and Abercrombie & Fitch for crying out loud!!