Wednesday, May 13, 2009

"What's a number 6?"

That's the question I asked my mom when I was 6 years old.


Here's the full conversation:

Me: Mom? What's a number 6?
Mom: I don't know.
Me: Well ... you know, when you go to the bathroom number 1.
Mom: (Explained the finer points of the bathroom numbering system)
Me: Then, what is a number 6?
Mom: There isn't one.
Me: I think I just did one. I counted.

My mouth was like Russian Roulette. My mom never knew what would come out of it next.


trublubyu said...


Heather said...

thank you for always making me laugh

Loralee and the gang... said...

My my, you started young, didn't you!

Julie said...

That right up there with this question that I got from Adam a few years ago:

Mom? How does our food turn into poop?

My response? Being the great mom that I am, I directed him to his father.

No Cool Story said...

trublubyu took my comment.

trublubyu said...

so, you have an award waiting for you at my place.