Two Conversations

1. On the phone with my mom (aka Oma), who lives in Southern California.

Oma: It's freezing here today! I'm wearing my Ugg boots and jeans and... what do you call that soft material?

Me: Fleece?

Oma: Yes, a fleece sweater... it's SO cold!

Me: What is it, like, 50? I bet it's the same temperature it is here, it's like 50 or 55, and I'm in flip flops and a T-shirt.

Oma: Ok, now I have to go see what it is. (Walks to the backyard to check the thermometer.) Well...(sheepishly) it's 60! But it feels so cold!
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2. With my toddler, in the car.

Her: Blah, blah, blah*, Thomas...blah, blah, blah, George...blah, blah, blah, Texas...blah, blah, blah, Sister...blah, blah, blah... WHAT NUMBER IS THAT BUS?!!!??!!

Me: 441.

Her: IT ISN'T!!! WHERE IS IT GOING?!!!?!

*she wasn't actually saying "blah, blah, blah" just a constant stream of mostly incomprehensible toddler chatter


Moral of the story: Crazy is a genetically inherited trait.