When I was a little girl, I lived a house that was white.
I was too young to remember really living there, but a few years later I was old enough to hear my parents refer to it as "the white house."
How was I supposed to know they weren't talking about THE White House?
Little kids are very literal. No? That was just me?
In any event, I specifically remember having an intense discussion one day with a friend. I was in the second grade, and we were sitting in the library. I vaguely recall it going something like this:
Me: Did you know I used to live in the White House?
Dee Ann: No way.
Me: Whuddayou mean "no way"? I really did!
Dee Ann: That's, like, impossible. You're making that up.
Me: No, I'm not! My parents said so. Are you calling them liars? Why would my parents lie?
Dee Ann: Well, I don't know. That's just hard to believe.
Me: Well, I did. You can ask my parents.
Years later, I would lie in bed one night and recall that erroneous claim I had made. But not on purpose!
To this day, when I'm in the area, I pass by that old white house and laugh to myself.
Thought For the Day: When you're around children, be careful how you phrase things. This could have damaging effects on their playground rep.