A funny thing happened the other day at the airport...

I know, most stories that start out this way are going to be embellished to make them as catchy and as interesting as promised... but I devote to you, what I am about to say is honest and true....
It wouldn't make sense for me to make up something this ridiculous...

So, standing in line at Starbucks

(almond steamer.... mmmm)

the lady behind us (also a part of the Mars team that was traveling) gestures to me and says to my friends "so, is this one of your daughters?". To which my too-young-to-have-kids-my-age friends politely said "no, no..." and I quickly held out my hand to introduce myself, diverting any awkwardness.

"I'm tracy dicocco"

to which she answers "OH! That is why you look familiar!"

here I am thinking the conversation is over... but she adds

"You do look so much like your mom!"

and I stand there a little bit confused before I answer ever-so politely

"You must have me confused with someone else..

my mom doesn't actually live around here."

to which SHE now looks confused and answers...

"Oh, then you must not be the DiCocco's from Mars Hill."

Now, here is where I am befuddled... we are, indeed, the dicocco's from Mars Hill.

.. in fact, we are the only dicocco's not only at the Hill, but also in all our fine city...

and so I answer tentatively, almost sheepishly because the idea in my head is so silly....

"well now, I am the MOM of the dicocco family...."

AND SHE GASPED

and starts talking 60 miles an hour..."oh, you look so much like your daughter and she comes in to help me in the information center sometimes... so friendly and energetic... I just thought you were her... and oh my goodness..."

SO... happy Saturday from an 11 year old and a 35 year old who are somehow catching up to one another...