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There are numerous stories that my parents (dad especially) love to remind me of whenever they possibly can, because it's fun to emabarass your daughter. This is the family favorite by far however....
I have a sister who's five years older than I am, and we went to Catholic grade school growing up. The convent was located next door to the school building and this is where the music teacher, also the piano teacher gave lessons after school. When I was three, and my sister was eight, my parents weren't able to find a sitter for parent teacher conferences so they had to bring me along with.
For almost the entire night I was very well behaved, as good as you can be when you're three anyway. But the final stop of the night was at the convent to visit with the piano teacher and as my parents were hearing all about the wonderful progress of my sister, I sat there and I must have had a questioning look on my fast. By this time I was probably getting bored, I dunno. Anyway, the nun decided to bring me into the conversation by asking me some things. So I asked her a question back. I asked her, "Who do you sleep with at night?" My parents were mortified (I don't remember this, they tell me this) and they quickly decided that it was time for us to go. And while it doesn't seem like much now, after hearing the story so many times, I really wish 3 year old me wouldn't have said anything.
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