I had a very brutal five days this week, so the only thing I was able to come up with was this moldy oldy e-mail from eight years ago.
After the long, miserable spring we had here in the great Northeast, we finally had a nice sunny, warm day. It happened to coincide with my 12 year old son being home from school on summer vacation. I asked him if he wanted to go for a ride, and he said, "Not really, Dad."
Then I said those magic words: "ice cream". He quickly changed his mind.
As we were riding over to the nearby creamery, he turned to me, and said, "I know that one and six is six. But, is two and five 10?"
"No," I replied, "two and five is twelve."
"Then what's 3 and 3?", he asked.
"Seventeen," I responded.
"Oh yeah," he said. "I think I've got it now."
The question is, what the heck were the Dad and his son talking about?
I will update this post on Monday with the answer to this teeny tiny little riddle. Good luck in coming up with one.
1/16/12: you will find the answer to the riddle in the comments section