Is it because I am short (and adorable)?
Someone called me kiddo today. Someone a decade younger than me. At least the individual in question didn’t ruffle my hair — that actually happened to me at work (twice by two different people!) a few years ago. I went on about it for weeks — this occurred before the blog so I can’t link to my rant on the topic but trust me, my friends avoided coming close to patting me in any way for weeks in fear that I’d go into conniptions.
On one hand I fret over the impending de-elasticization of my skin and on the other I get annoyed by people assuming I’m younger and inexperienced.
It is possible, I suppose, that kiddo was meant as a term of endearment and had nothing to do with youthfulness…