Just when I think I’ve got a handle on how weird my family is, they get weirder.
And that’s without my help.
My mother, I have always considered to be the closest to sanity in my entire family. Until last night. I had been working with programming all day, and running into error after inexplicable error. I mentioned to her that it was probably partly due to something I didn’t do right, because I didn’t know how.
Her wise motherly counsel: “Well, you can’t know what you don’t know, because you don’t know it.”
My response: A resounding “WHAT?”