Excuse me?

Yesterday a friend came over so I could run to a couple of stores while the girls were napping (they're not to be left with a babysitter yet, but come on, I've got to get a break or I'm going to break). At the very first store, the clerk asked if the girls I was shopping for were my grandkids or nieces. Has this adoption really aged me 30 years? When I told her they were my daughters, she proceeded to go on about these people she knew who were having fertility problems and HAD to go "that route". What??!!! I couldn't get out of that store fast enough and will not return. So much for a fun outing by myself; I'd rather stay home and eat worms.