I'm such an idiot! Okay, here's the story. One of my new acquaintances just had a baby. Turns out, I am her new Visiting Teacher. So I was asked to help provide dinner for her tonight. My job was dessert. "She's got a full house. Her parents are visiting too." Ok, that means make enough.. Gotcha.
So I made my mom's Cheery Cherry Dessert Squares. I remember growing up, she would make these when company came over and I always pined for them. They are my Go-To Quick Pantry Favorite.
Anyway, back to the story of why I am an idiot. I make the dessert, set it on the counter to cool, come back to find Kolby digging in with his fork (oooh, I was so mad!). I cut out the section he mangled, tossed the kids in the car and headed over to her house.
I was very anxious to smell a newborn baby, so my thoughts were not as focused as they should have been. When I went up to their door, an older guy answered and I automatically assumed (you know what they say about that word, assume) that he was one half of the grandparents that were mentioned, so I said "Hi! I brought dessert! You must be the grandpa!"
WRONG WRONG WRONG
"No, I'm Carrie's husband. Grandma and Grandpa are on the couch."
I just called her husband a grandpa!! It's not very often that I get embarrassed, but I have to say, I feel like the biggest idiot. If you saw him, you might agree that he does have a certain aging quality about him, but for goodness sake!! I was expecting Grandparents. Not the husband that I've never seen before.
Carrie came over then from the back room. I handed her the dessert, explained about the missing piece in the middle, made my excuses about kids being in the car, and left quicker than anything. Sadness. I didn't even get to smell the wee babe. All because I think her husband was her father.
Open mouth.....insert foot. Darn it all.