So a new babysitter came over for a couple of hours today. Before meeting her, I talked with her on the phone and checked 3 of her references. They all loved her. Then I Googled her and found out that she played field hockey in high school and...was a debutante? It was one of those pictures where you count third from the left to locate the person. She appeared to be a tiny redhead. I thought, will she be able to hold E? E is probably over 16 pounds now (I'll find out for sure at his next pediatrician's appointment).
But when she came to our door, I saw that she was a brunette and not the same person. She was bubbly and friendly and we chatted for a while. Finally, I said, "I have a confession to make...I Googled you and found this debutante picture."
She said, "Oh yeah, I did that in June."
I said, "Really? 'Cause it looked like you had red hair!"
She said, "Oh no, it's always been brown. I never dyed it."
Now I'll have to find the real her in the picture...
P.S. I figured it out. The caption writer and I had different opinions on what constitutes "top row" and "bottom row."