De-"magnet"-ized

I've been told again. This getting to be a habit.

The 4-year-old and I were walking through the grocery store parking lot. Car drives by with a woman in it. She smiles.

I said, "Did you see that lady smile at us? She must think we're cute."

"Yes," he says.

Pause.

Then, "I'm cute. Not you."

"Not me?"

"No."

"What do you mean, 'not me'?? Why can't *I* be cute???" (Clearly he doesn't appreciate where his 'babe magnet' genes come from)

"Daaaad. You're a grown-up." Which comes out 'gwown-up', and somehow adds to the effect.

So there you have it. From the mouths of babes. I guess my best days are behind me. WAY behind me, depending on who you talk to. Maybe I should find some senior citizens to start hanging around with. In *that* group I bet I could be the hot young thing.