>I called my parents to say good-bye last night before Husband and I leave for our big trip to Hawaii. Here's an actual transcript (from my mind) of part of the conversation:
Mom: Have a great time in Hawaii! While you're picking pineapples, be careful...
Suzanne: That they don't fall on my head?
Mom: No, that they don't scratch your thighs!
Suzanne: What? What do you mean scratch my thighs?!? Pineapples grow in trees!
Mom: No, I think they grow on vines, like in a patch.
Suzanne: Um, pineapples definitely grow in trees. (Laughing hysterically.)
Husband: (overhearing part of the conversation) Everyone knows that children grow in patches!
Mom: That makes about as much sense as coconuts growing on trees. Those things are heavy!