Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Old Lady

Like I said in my last post, I don't really mind getting older, because I just don't feel it. Chris likes to call me an old lady, but I just remind him of things like I wasn't even old enough to date when he went on his mission or I was in kindergarten when he was in fifth grade so that doesn't really bother me either. Not that any of that really has anything to do with my story, I'm just pointing out that Chris will always be older than me.

A couple of weeks ago Dalin and I went to the distribution center at the Las Vegas temple. I wasn't sure what time it opened so we headed out there after we dropped the other kids off at school. We got there about 9:15 and found out it didn't open until 10:00 so we decided to explore the temple grounds while we waited. Above a couple of the outside doors there is a dome, and if you stand underneath the middle of it you can hear your voice echo, which Dalin thought was very cool (as long as he was calling me a stinker pot).

A few days ago we went back to the distribution center and as we came out Dalin remembered the echo spots and he ran off to try them out again. I was about ten feet behind him, but it was clear that he was with me. There was an older woman (easily 2 1/2 times older than me) waiting by the main entrance, and the closer Dalin got to the door the more nervous she looked. As he approached I could hear her ask is that your mom or your grandma? GRANDMA! What the? She was also moving toward the door afraid Dalin was going to storm the temple with his band of hooligans or something. I tried not to be offended by her lack of faith in my parenting skills (we were at the temple after all) and because I know I am a good mom.
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