Five years ago at the age of 30 - and pre DCs - I was asked for ID when buying a bottle of wine in the supermarket.
I have put on about 3 stone since then and have become more and more frumpy.
But, dear God, I was absolutely mortified today when I was asked whether DS was my grandson.
Go on, I need all you slim people to tell me to get a grip and pull myself out of it...