h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

When I was tiddy and wee my Granny always told me to eat my crusts and my hair would curl. She would practically bully me into eating them anyway, but would always say they would make my hair curl.
Now, I have had cork-screw ringlets since I was old enough to have hair at all. You can imagine how very very confusing I found this.

'Eat your crusts, they'll give you lovely curls.'
'But my hair's already curly, isn't it?'
'Just eat your crusts.'

I grew up thinking I had the wrong sort of curls or something. Between the ages of nine and fifteen I let not one single crust pass my lips, partly out of reaction and partly to see what would happen. If anything, I got even curlier. By the age of ten I was reluctantly forced to the conclusion that adults sometimes talk a lot of dribble.