My sister and I are taking a walk in the neighborhood. She is pushing the double stroller with my 18-month nephew on one side who is playing with his toes, and my 4-month old son on the other side who is passed out.
She wanted to stop at the supermarket, then the drugstore on the way back. After the drugstore, we pass a toy store and she tells me that this is where she takes the kiddos and there's a riddle every day on the chalkboard outside. Today's clue: "What dog needs air conditioning?"
"Oh, wait wait wait…." I'm stammering, trying to get my answer out but my brain won't function. My sister is thinking aloud and talking to her son in exaggerated mommy-voice reading him the clue.
"…there's a dog breed that cannot regulate its own body temperature…he's at the football games at Georgia on a block of ice. BULLDOG! A bulldog needs air conditioning!"
I'm pleased with myself.
My sister looks at me over the TOP of her glasses with one eyebrow raised. "It's a RIDDLE. It's a TOY store for KIDS. It's supposed to be funny."
I knit my brow. Funny funny funny….dog, air conditioning, dog, air conditioner when hot, dog…."A hot dog." Womp - wommmmp.
She laughs. She has super mommy brain with two kiddos so wasn't quite there yet.
Note to self: kids don't like trivia.
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