You might be underestimating that you do look young. However the kids menu does seem a little over the top.
I had to do the same thing with the wedding ring bit. Most times when I don't wear one of mine (yes I have six sets), I am treated more as a kid than an adult. When I wear one of my big honkers, or even my modest rings, I get tons more respect.
Don't understand it myself, but I bet you feel good sometimes when they think you are that young. Right?
Starlia
As far as my birth certificate, driver's license and parents are concerned, I
> haven't been a teenager for a long, long time. But most other people don't
> seem to understand that I am a stately, mature, adult woman.
>
> Since Friday, the phone's been ringing off the hook with one middle schooler
> after another, asking for help with homework, what to wear (like I care?),
> who is obsessed with whom, how parents suck, and other subjects I would think
> are rather strange to discuss with relatively old women. But, I get calls
> like this all the time, so I kind of blew it off.
>
> But then things got Really Wierd. I went to Office Max with DD to buy the
> calculator required for her Geometry class. We were poking around the aisles
> and joking, and some clerk came over to tell us we had to leave if we didn't
> have a responsible adult with us. I gave her an odd look, told her that we
> have it covered, and went back to our shopping.
>
> The cashier at Brooks Drug told me I have a fresh mouth when I told her she
> had miscounted change. Huh? I know she was old enough to be my grandmother,
> but she's one of the few grandmothers I've met that can't count back change.
> However, I wasn't too concerned when the clerk said she was going to tell my
> mother on me.
>
> Later, DH, DD and I went to a steakhouse to get some dinner. I was sort of
> behind those guys, since I'm a little slower in climbing the stairs. The
> hostess told us that she had a table for three, and we followed her to our
> assigned table. She handed out three menus: two for adults, and a kids'
> menu. Guess who got the menu with pizza fingers and happy fish? No, not the
> 13 year old, nor the bearded man. The short, chubby woman with the braided
> hair -- who'da thunk it? I chose not to get the happy dinner, even though I
> missed out on a "free ice cream clown sundae" for dessert.
>
> The thing is, I don't look really young for my age. I'm short, but not a
> midget, and I am pretty chubby and more than pretty busty. I dress in a
> casual manner, but no belly shirts or bell bottom. My car is a fun car, but
> it certainly doesn't look like a teenager's beater. I guess that there are
> enough teens carrying platinum credit cards that it wouldn't be much of a
> sign of maturity, either.
>
> I guess I have to start wearing my engagement and wedding rings again. I
> seem to get more respect with that chunk of rock on my left hand, since most
> teens don't get that kind of ring unless they're Anna Nicole Smith. >
> It's all very, very strange.
>
> Kathy N-V
>