I took my daughter Chrissy (age ten) on a two hour road trip today–just the two of us. We chatted, sang like fools, and had a wonderful time in general. At one point my daughter paused for a moment, cocked her head, and asked, “Mom?”
“Yes?” I replied.
“What was Einstein’s last name?” she inquired, quite seriously.
Dear readers, will it shock you terribly if I say I actually paused for a minute to try and remember the answer?
It did come to me (truly) and I laughed at the wonderful “Linkletter-esque” quality of the question itself, as well as my own momentary stupidity (really, the question could be on Jay Leno’s “Jay Walkers”).
Alas, I am no Einstein, and my daughter inherited the lack of genius from me.
K
Wow. I spent a long minute trying to remember Einstein’s last name myself before I thought “duh”.
Too funny.