Derick writes:

When I would ask my mom for things at the store, she would tell me we can't afford to buy you everything. That's no excuse when you are under the impression that writing checks=printing money.

Aaron from Cleveland, OH reveals this bit of his childhood:

One morning when I was maybe three years old, my dad stopped to say goodbye to me as he left for work. I asked him why he had to leave and couldn't stay to play. He said, "It's so you can sit here and eat cereal." Sure, he sounds like a dick, but at the time he worked in a General Motors factory which would be reason enough to backhand me for querying so ignorantly.

Later that week, he and I were out running errands and stopped by the factory so he could get paid. I insisted that he ask for Cocoa Puffs, because I was tired of the Rice Krispies they had been giving him.

I was so stupid, it defies the rules of natural selection that I even live to divulge this.