The Hunchback

I will start off with a classic. It is also is the story behind my blog title.
 My Brian often asks random questions while we are in the car. I don't see them coming and they are usually not relative to anything we have been discussing or happening around us. Not knowing the "why" of the question often causes me confusion in what he is looking for by way of an answer. My standard response: "I don't know hunny, we can google it when we get home."

On the way to his monthly therapist appointment (when he was about 13-15 years oldish), I was driving and listening to talk radio.He was sitting in the back seat on the passenger side.

Brian: Mom, how long do hunchbacks usually live?

Me:........ummmm... I don't know! We can google it when we get home..

Brian: I'm just wondering if they live as long as regular humans

Me: good question. When we get home we can look it up online and see what we find.

Brian: I just hope you aren't going to die soon.

Me: ?????? Why would I?....what are you talking about?

Brian: that hump on your back.

(I have a slight Doweger’s Hump genetically handed down by my mother's side- )http://chiropractorwellington.com/whats-that-hump-behind-my-neck-can-it-go-away/

Me: BRIAN! I AM NOT A HUNCHBACK! Lots of people have that.

Brian: ohhhh ho ho k mom ;)

Me: No, really!! Its just how I am made.

Brian: and that is also how hunchbacks are made. Its ok mom, you probably wont die very soon.

Me: I ammmm not a Huuunchbaaaaack!

Brian: shhhhh its ok...