Unfiltered Story #47920

(I’m in the garage helping my parents clean out a few things.)

Me: “Hey, mom, what’s with the pile of closed coffee cups?”

Mom: “Oh, they’re filled with schee-nah.”

Me: “What’s schee-nah?”

Mom: “You’re from Switzerland!”

Me: “What?”

(I look to my mom for an explanation. Mom glares at me for a moment before stomping off to the end of the garage to talk quietly with my dad.)

Mom: *looks over her shoulder at me* “SWITZERLAND.”

Me: “…What.”

(It wasn’t until dinner time that I found out that ‘you’re from Switzerland’ is apparently her way of saying: ‘You don’t know what that is? You’re no child of mine! You’re from Switzerland!”)