short for my height and young for my age

A couple of weekends ago my family was in California. Bailey and I were walking down the sidewalk of the mall when we were stopped by a guy trying to sell hair straighteners. Bay let him try it out on her, and then he proceeded with his sales pitch. "How old are you two?" he asked. We told him: 18 and 22. "You are lying to me! I thought something like 14 and 16-- not 18 and 22!" We laughed akwardly.

During that same weekend, we attended my cousin's wedding. Some relatives who we hadn't seen in a while were there. They greeted me, "Hey sweetheart! How are you? You just look so cute, hon! How is school for you?" (Keep in mind that these girls are only 8 months older and 8 months younger than I am...) and I don't think they meant teaching school.

One of my students randomly came up to me the other day and said, "Miss Brynn, when my parents came to Back to School Night, they said you looked like you were 12 years old. How old are you?"

Again at school, my students were playing in my classroom for indoor recess and I was doing some filing. The school reading specialist came in and asked a student, "Where is your teacher?" I came over greeted her. She assured me, "Someday you will just LOVE being mistaken for a third grader!"

Even so, just for the record:

I have a college degree.

I work on a salary.

I have an educators licence.

I'm old enough to do this.

I guess I should be praying to keep my "youthful look" for many years to come-- it will be nice to be 90 and still look 50, right?