"I think he just called me Grandma," I said. "Is it possible that I look anything like his grandmother?"
"I'll kill him, " said the dad.
I nodded and patted him on the shoulder.
I went on to find Grant in the crowd, worried more about my crow's feet than whether that dad might have been serious about killing his son.
Later as Grant and I were walking back to the car the dad came and found me. "I don't want you to have a bad weekend so I had to come and find you. My son said he said, 'Hi Grant's mom'."
OH! That makes so much more sense!
Don't you just love it when your insecurities throw you out of the driver's seat and take over the wheel?
(This age-progressed photo compliments of my daughter's iPad)