It's not an urband legend: A.J.'s mother dropped A.J. on her head when she was a baby.
When A.J. was about seven or eight, Lorelai decided to become a phrenologist. A phrenologist was a person who told the future by feeling the bumps on your skull. Lorelai took classes from an old lady in Little Italy, and she bought textbooks which showed diagrams of different skulls. She bought a plastic skull on Canal Street and used it for practice.
Lorelai had a final exam coming up, so she asked A.J. if she could practice on A.J.'s head. A.J. said yes and sat down on the ottoman, and let Lorelai rub circles on her scalp with the pads of her thumbs. Lorelai said, all of a sudden, "Hey, I found the spot on your head where your mom dropped you as a baby."
"My mom dropped me?" A.J. didn't know why she was surprised; her mother was a good student and a good lawyer but she got so focused on some things, she lost track of others. When A.J. was four, her mom left her in the Law Library by mistake.
"Yeah. Here," Lorelai took A.J.'s hand and pressed it down on a flat spot on the back of A.J.'s head, "feel it?"
A.J. felt it. Suddenly it explained so many things, like why she couldn't ever keep her mouth shut in class, and why she forgot to carry the one on her math test last week.
That night she said to her mother, "You dropped me on my head when I was little."
Her mother looked confused, then guilty, then suspicious. "If this is about your math test, it's not a valid excuse."
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Date: 2006-04-23 12:33 am (UTC)When A.J. was about seven or eight, Lorelai decided to become a phrenologist. A phrenologist was a person who told the future by feeling the bumps on your skull. Lorelai took classes from an old lady in Little Italy, and she bought textbooks which showed diagrams of different skulls. She bought a plastic skull on Canal Street and used it for practice.
Lorelai had a final exam coming up, so she asked A.J. if she could practice on A.J.'s head. A.J. said yes and sat down on the ottoman, and let Lorelai rub circles on her scalp with the pads of her thumbs. Lorelai said, all of a sudden, "Hey, I found the spot on your head where your mom dropped you as a baby."
"My mom dropped me?" A.J. didn't know why she was surprised; her mother was a good student and a good lawyer but she got so focused on some things, she lost track of others. When A.J. was four, her mom left her in the Law Library by mistake.
"Yeah. Here," Lorelai took A.J.'s hand and pressed it down on a flat spot on the back of A.J.'s head, "feel it?"
A.J. felt it. Suddenly it explained so many things, like why she couldn't ever keep her mouth shut in class, and why she forgot to carry the one on her math test last week.
That night she said to her mother, "You dropped me on my head when I was little."
Her mother looked confused, then guilty, then suspicious. "If this is about your math test, it's not a valid excuse."
Rats.
Mom: 35872
A.J.: zero.
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I SERIOUSLY NEED TO STUDY NOW. STOP TEMPTING ME.