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    Oblivious To The Obvious

    | USA | Parents & Guardians

    (I just finished cooking some noodles and am about to attempt to pour out the extra water in the pot into the sink. However, it sloshes out of the sink and, as it is boiling hot, burns me quite badly. At this time I am home alone.)

    Me: “Oh, s***!”

    (I drop the pot, causing more water to spill, and leap backwards to avoid it, knocking into the table.)

    Me: *I fully register the pain of the burn* “OW!”

    (I run to the freezer and look for an ice pack, only to realize the only one is at the bottom of the freezer. I begin tossing things out of the way, rushing as fast as possible to cool the burn. Just as I mutter another swear, my mother walks in. She sees me clutching my stomach (where the burn was), swearing, kneeling on the floor, surrounded by frozen food and a puddle of water.)

    Mom: *cheerfully* “Hi! How’s everything going?”

    Oblivious To Stating The Obvious, Part 2
    Oblivious To Stating The Obvious

    A Marbelous Way To End A Lecture

    | Felton, DE, USA | Parents & Guardians

    (I’m about ten years old and have a large collection of marbles. I’ve taken to always holding one and playing with it in my hand, even when I shouldn’t. My father is lecturing my brother and me about our near constant fighting when I drop my marble and lose it in the couch.)

    Me: *not realizing I’m thinking out loud* “I lost my marble.”

    Dad: *completely stops his lecture and starts laughing* “I don’t know what’s worse: the fact you lost it or the fact you only had one!”

    Working From Home Isn’t Working

    | CO, USA | Parents & Guardians, Siblings

    (I work from home, and my ‘home office’ is actually my bedroom. I live with my parents, due to the expensive housing. Like anyone, I want to not be disturbed. However, my family doesn’t appear to comprehend this, so whenever I am busy, I have put up a sign on the door requesting to not knock unless it’s an emergency.)

    Mom: *knocks on the door*

    Me: *to the teleconference* “One second.” *mutes the microphone* “Yes?”

    Mom: “Did you run the dishwasher today?”

    Me: “Is this an emergency?”

    Mom: “Well I need to know before I start putting dirty dishes in there!”

    Me: “Mom, this can wait. Kind of busy here.”

    (Later, dad knocks, and I walk over to answer.)

    Me: “Yes?”

    Dad: “What’s the weather supposed to be like this week?”

    Me: “Did you read the sign? I’m trying to file this electronic report.”

    Dad: “What sign?”

    (Right next to us, at exactly his eye level, is the sign, written in big bold letters. Yet later, my younger sister walks in and nearly gives me a heart attack.)

    Me: “Yes?”

    Sister: “Have you seen Anchorman?”

    Me: “… I am typing up an order form here. Didn’t you see the sign?”

    Sister: “I did. This can’t wait! It’s on TV tonight!”

    (Note that we have DirectTV, which lets you record TV programs. When I start looking for something in town to rent and use as an office, my parents just cannot comprehend why I’d possibly want to do that when I can work from home…)

    Makes You Want To Butt In

    | Clifton Park, NY, USA | Children, Sons & Daughters

    (While shopping, I am in a fitting room. There is a mother and her young daughter, about six or seven, who are both in the same changing room.)

    Little Girl: “Mommy, I really like this dress on me. Can I get it?”

    Mom: “Well, honey your belly seems to be sticking out of it. Are you sure it’s not too tight?”

    Little Girl: “I don’t know. My belly does look big. I look like I am going to have a baby. My belly is bigger than yours, Mommy!”

    Mom: *laughs nervously* “Ha! No, honey… You’re not having a baby.”

    Little Girl: “And my butt, too! Why is that?”

    Mom: “Well, honey, you’re African American. Our butts are supposed to be big. White people just have flat ones. That is just the way it is.”


    How To Engender Confusion

    | La Crosse, WI, USA | Children, Sons & Daughters

    (I’m a mother of three boys. I cannot drive for medical reasons; therefore, we take the bus regularly. One day an androgynous young person sits near us. I can see that my toddler is a bit confused.)

    Son: *whispering* “Mom… is that a boy or a girl?”

    Me: *whispering back* “I’m not sure. It’s rude to ask if someone is a boy or a girl, so I guess we’ll never know.”

    (This answer clearly did NOT sit well with my curious three year old. I could see him struggling with his curiosity for several city blocks. But finally, as we near our stop, he could not hold back any longer.)

    Son: *very loudly* “Excuse me. Do you have a penis?”

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