You know when you were little, there would be all these seemingly simple, childlike even, questions you had in your mind. And in your teeny voice, you would go, "Mommy, why something something something something one?" (Well, I always asked my mother questions, not my dad, for some reason or other.)

And the simplest question sometimes could seem like a Harvard-worthy or SAT question to your parents. Why is the sky blue? Why does B come after A? How come dogs have four legs? Where do babies come from?

(Okay, so that last one isn't something that can't be answered, more like parents choose not to answer it correctly -_-)

But let me tell you, last weekend, I heard the winner of all winners of questions we can't answer. It was at Vincci, Mid Valley.

Auntie: (two pairs of shoes in her hand) "Miss, can you take size 5 for these, please?"
Salesgirl: (examines shoes) "Sorry Miss, this one no size already."
Auntie: "...WHY?!??"


I walked away, biting my tongue, trying not to laugh.