Everywhere I went this weekend, people were wishing me a happy Mother's Day.

How do they know I'm a mother?  Isn't that kind of presumptuous?

Couldn't that be upsetting to a woman who always wanted kids but couldn't have them, or a woman who lost a child, or a woman who'd just had a miscarriage?

I guess they mean well.  But still.

I asked my girlfriend if she thought it was weird that everyone just assumed we were mothers.

She said, "No.  Our broad child-bearing hips are giving us away."