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My grandmother used to ask this question daily. The answer was, as far as I could tell, someone called "Ruff".

My neighbor asks it differently.
"Who's a good girl?"
I would have thought some answer would have been articulated by now.

You's a good iddle boy.

I thought everyone know the answer to that already, eh, Neo?

A good boy is one who does what I tell him to, when I tell him to, every time I tell him to.

Who put the overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder?

Who put the bop in the bop-di-bop-di-bop?

Who farted?

Oh, my, I had that said to me once, on a trip to Yosemite with girlfriends. I kept quiet. This shows two things - I was still semi-shy at 25, not my later speak up self, transition time, and that my reason for being clueless was that I couldn't smell it, as I have a high degree of anosmia re testing. Yes, I mostly can't smell, but can once in a while and definitely can taste.

They didn't pursue it. None of us knew about the anosmia thing. When you are growing up, you tend to expect humans to understand things the same, at least re vision and smell and so on. 25 is still growing up, and so are much later years, always the learning.

That one is simple. The idiot !

My wife tells me the correct reply is "Who smelt it, dealt it". (We sometimes say smelt for smelled and dealt for dealed in Britain).

I like your wife.

In my situation, a million years ago, me, la stupida, they were tempered, while laughing, whereas, looking back, they could have been meenies.

To add context, I learned from those women, part of my growing up, the back and forth.

Re your words, I'm fine with all of them, britanese or otherwise.

I still have anosmia. So did my father. I gather spellcheck hates it.

My son found out he was severely colour blind at the age of 24. It came as a big surprise.

I understand the burst of understanding re what is going on, for him.

I see I'm setting us off course.

Back to funnys.

I'll add, many of us don't get what people deal with.

That was too abrubt. I do get that learning you are color blind is a serious thing.

Where the hell is the small ladder?

This was answered, duh, right by the back door.

The ladder is not a good boy. It never barks.

I can still see a little piece of it's ears. You should cut them all the way down bro, looks perfect