Yesterday, the doorbell rang and I answered it to a middle-aged gentleman asking for donations for a school for children with autism. After writing him a check and asking a little bit about the school, our exchange ended and we said goodbye. I went back to making soup in the kitchen.
Not more than 5 minutes go by and the door bell rings again. This time I ask Hugh to go get it. While stirring my soup, I overhear a man's voice say, "I was just talking to your mom...", and I thought, that's weird. Sure enough, Hugh enters the kitchen laughing and confirms that I heard correct...the gentleman came back with a brochure about the school and thought Hugh was my son! I asked Hugh, is this a dis on me or him? Too funny!
