It happened again today. A salesman (who looked about our age, by the way!) came to our house, and when Brad opened the door, the first thing the guy asked was if our mom or dad were home. What the heck? This has been happening to us ever since we moved in almost 6 years ago. We’ve stopped keeping count, but I would put it up near 10-15 times total so far. We might look young for our age (especially Brad), but in our teens? Come on! I must say though – I guess it’s a good problem to have.

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