Yesterday I was sitting in a car with PK, my 3 1/2 year old, waiting in line to pick up C from school with a myriad of minvans, maxi trucks, and otherwordly human transport vehicles over 5000 lbs. GVW, when she asked me which finger makes the noise when you snap.
I brain-burped for a second, but remembered who I was and what I was doing on this planet, while formulating a reasonably sounding response that a 3 1/2 year old could grok.
I told her "both of them make the noise" with all the assurance and confidence that a male in his early 40's could and should muster.
Yet here I sit, late at night, examining my snappin' fingers in motion, wondering if in fact I was correct in my explanation.
Some mysteries were meant to remain mysteries.
Least I can tell her with unwavering aplomb that in my 12th year of life, it took me exactly 242 licks to get to the Tootsie roll center of a Tootsie pop.