Here's a crazy thing that I was once asked that I still can't figure out.
I guess I was about 23 and at my older sister's for Easter. They had our family over, then after we ate some of the neighbors from the complex came in for drinks.
So I'm standing on their small patio with a few people just sipping my drink and chatting.
Then one of the neighbor's kids - a little black boy about 5 - made his way toward me, stood there for a minute, looked up at me and asked, "Are you a boy or a girl?"
I just stood there like, "WTF?"
"Uh...I'm a boy."
He just said, "Oh OK." Then turned and walked inside.
Everyone just cracked up. I have no idea why he thought this. I was wearing a suit for God's sake. I don't have a high voice. No idea other than my younger sister and I kind of look the same and maybe he saw her inside and got confused. Or maybe he thinks all crackers look the same.
Or maybe he was just a dumb kid. I don't know.
Editor's Note: I was asked the identical question when I was 5. But back then I had huge curls. Oh yeah. And I kind of looked like a girl.