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.
6 comments:
hehe
thank you for always making me laugh
My my, you started young, didn't you!
:~D
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.
trublubyu took my comment.
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so, you have an award waiting for you at my place.
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