Wednesday, May 13, 2009

"What's a number 6?"

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

Confused?

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.
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6 comments:

  1. trublubyuMay 13, 2009 at 9:42 AM

    hehe

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  2. HeatherMay 13, 2009 at 11:41 AM

    thank you for always making me laugh

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  3. Loralee and the gang...May 13, 2009 at 2:11 PM

    My my, you started young, didn't you!
    :~D

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  4. JulieMay 13, 2009 at 3:33 PM

    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.

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  5. Super Happy GirlMay 13, 2009 at 7:24 PM

    trublubyu took my comment.
    :D

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  6. trublubyuMay 15, 2009 at 10:00 AM

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

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