Below is an actual conversation I had with the cashier at McDonalds (at the drive-through), with my thoughts added.
After reviewing my order at the window ...
Him: How old is the baby?
Me: 4 months (No, the happy meal isn't for her, it's for me. Don't judge me).
Him: Is she yours?
Me: Every day (no, I stole her and stopped to get a happy meal before we flee the state).
Him: Wow, you don't look old enough to have a baby.
Me: I get that a lot (But apparently I look too old for a happy meal, ironic).
Next time, just give me my delicious food, McDonalds man.
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