Did I tell you the time I didn't recognize my own daughter?

Last week, my daughter met me at my school so that we could drive together to her doctor's appointment.

She showed up just as a meeting was about to take place in a nearby conference room and thinking she was "just another parent" I simply said 'hi' and pointed her in the direction of the meeting room.

She didn't go. Instead she irritated me by pulling up a chair to my desk.

Really, Lady? You have to sit here????

Oh, wait. You're not a "lady." In fact, you look strangely familiar.

All would've been well if only I hadn't told Elizabeth that I hadn't recognized her...

But she took it well. She laughed her head off at me. And told everyone she knew. She's nice like that.
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