A Total Eire-Head

(I’m going to Ireland in a few days.)

Mom: “Hey, you should take this skirt with you! It’s like a kilt!”

Me: “Mom, kilts are Scottish.”

Mom: “Oh, yeah, right.”

(A few days later.)

Mom: “Oh, I hope you don’t have to eat haggis. That’s sheep stomach filled with its intestines!”

Me: “I know, mom, but haggis is Scottish.”

Mom: “Oh, ha-ha, again!”

(Again a few day later, we’re looking at where I’m staying on Google maps.)

Mom: “Oh, look! There’s a lake really close to your house. Ooh, maybe it’s the Loch Ness Lake!”

Me: “I’m not even going to respond to that.”