Trevor: Next Wednesday is Einstein's birthday. We are having a pi party. Can you bring a lemon pie to my math class?
Me: Sure. Was pie Einstein's favorite dessert? (This was not intended as a joke or double-entendre, I just didn't get it).
Trevor: Says nothing, but the look on his face was priceless. This is what I imagine he was thinking, pick any or all of your favorite answers - they probably apply.
A. My mom is incredibly stupid.
B. How did I survive being raised by such a math-illiterate mom?
C. How has my math-illiterate mom survived all these years without me?
Once I figured it out, we had a pretty good laugh (I didn't really figure it out, Trevor had to remind me we were talking about two different pi(e)s here.
