Oftentimes, people have the need to assume who’s who in the family when they meet people they don't know. A common faux pas is when an older man is with a younger woman and someone asks, “Is this your daughter?”
|That's me on the left, and my daughter on the right.|
The other night I was at a Knicks game with my twin, Yvette (Did you see us on the Jumbotron?). We had pretty good seats, two men in front asked if we wanted to swap seats so they can sit closer to their friends next to us.
They helped Yvette climb over to a seat. And then one said, “We’ll help your mother, don’t worry.” I would be the mother. Yvette told him I was her sister. He said I must be someone’s mom. I told him, “I’m barren.”
Maybe this wasn’t the most elegant response. But the lesson here is don’t assume that when you meet people they’re related. You’ll find out when proper introductions are made, be patient. It’s not a guessing game. No need to grow family trees.
Listen to me, mother knows best.