I have grandma thighs

We were recently standing in line at Cafe Rio (yum, yum!) and Lola would venture a bit away from us and then run and hug my leg. On one such excursion, Lola returned to what she thought was my leg but was actually a very nice grandmotherly type. She hung on for quite awhile before realizing it wasn't me. It was all very funny to me until I realized I have thighs like a grandma.