The Mysteries of the Male Mind

Walking across the elementary school parking lot.

Big Brother: "Schools are like hotels."

Where did THAT come from?
Me: "Except for the beds. Isn't that kind of the purpose of a hotel, to have beds?"

Big Brother: "Well, schools have lots of rooms."

Maybe I can give him that one.
Me: "Ah, yeah."

Big Brother: "And there are coffee pots."

Coffee pots?
Me: "Oooooo-kay."

Big Brother: "And there are numbers."

Wha?
Me: "You should probably have this discussion with your father.  I am sure he will understand it."