A childhood belief about around the house

When I was three, I “fed” the outlet because it looked, to me, like a sad, hungry face. Those faces must have been hungry, because I’d never seen anyone feed them. Immediately feeling responsible for the supposedly starving outlets, I pushed the crumbly graham cracker right into the plug holes.

Now, I was a pretty quick learner for a three year old, and I found out in about half a second that outlets are not, in fact, hungry.