When I was little (5 or 6) I announced to my parents that we needed to move to Alaska and live in a house with eighteen bathrooms.  I was apparently obsessed, because I remember mentioning it to my mom more than once over the next year or two.  Her general response involved something along the lines of, “Are you going to clean all eighteen bathrooms?”

Eventually, I realized that my request wasn’t going to be fulfilled, and I pretty much blocked out all memory of it from my brain.  And it stayed blocked until two weeks ago.  I was driving home from work one night, and suddenly I found myself wondering, “Why eighteen?”  Seriously, it’s the most random number.  I didn’t have any siblings, so it wasn’t about everyone having their own bathroom.  Honestly, I’m starting to wonder if I just randomly grabbed a number out of mid-air in an attempt to impress my parents with what a good idea I had.  I’m also not sure why I was so insistent it had to bathrooms.  Why not jungle gyms or swimming pools?

I was a strange child.  (Yeah, probably should’ve opened with that.)