The Riddleist

Yesterday a guy walked up to me on the street and had a proposition for me. He was quite the character. He was missing all of his upper teeth except the front two, making him look a little like Bugs Bunny.

He asked that if he could correctly guess where I got my shoes, what state I was born in, and how many children my father had, would that be worth a couple of dollars to me.

I gave him a dollar.

What were his guesses?

I’ll say: On your feet, naked, and none, your mother had them.

Two out of three! That’s not what he said for the middle one.

Was the middle one a state of confusion?

Nope.

state of unconsciousness?

Nope. It’s more about age than state of mind.

An infant state?

State of infancy is what he said. Close enough!