I was told I was wrong on this… so if you can give me a second, I am going to explain the puzzle going around Facebook right now. The puzzle, that claims to “break the internet” is:
If Teresa’s daughter is my daughter’s mother, what am I to Teresa?
A. Grandmother
B. Mother
C. Daughter
D. Granddaughter
E. I am Teresa
Spoiler alert: It’s C.
Here is why.
My daughter’s mother would be… ME! So I am Teresa’s daughter. See.
Let’s draw pictures.
This is Teresa. First person in the puzzle. This is going easy so far.
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This is me. Since we don’t know who Teresa’s daughter is yet, I’ll draw me since I am in the puzzle next under “MY daughter”.
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Isn’t she adorable? I forgot to draw hair. So my daughter is bald.
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So, next thing is “Teresa’s daughter is my daughter’s mother.”
Let’s reword that…
“Teresa’s daughter Who is my daughter’s mother?”
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I am. I am my daughter’s mother. Or my lesbian lover is but she isn’t in the answers. So the answer is ME.
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SO… if Teresa’s daughter is the same person as my daughter’s mother…
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Then Teresa’s daughter is me.
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Here are the other answers thought through.
A. Teresa’s grandmother would be my daughter’s mother’s mother’s mother. Or Teresa’s daughter’s daughter’s grandmother. Not her daughter’s daughter.
B.Teresa’s mother would be my daughter’s mother’s mother’s mother. Did I lose you yet? Cuz, I seriously just gave myself a headache double checking that. I had to refer to my pictures.
D. Teresa’s granddaughter is Teresa’s daughter’s daughter. We’re talking about her daughter so it can’t be her granddaughter.
E. And Teresa can’t be her own daughter no matter how effed up and inbred the family is. That is just silly. Unless Teresa married her father, in which case, she would technically be her father-husband’s wife-daughter and that would make her her own daughter.
Lord, gimme some Excedrin!