Ryan glanced at the clock and said it was 7:45. His mom checked and said it was really 4:15. The clock has no numbers, just marks, it works perfectly and Ryan read the hands correctly. How is that possible?
Hint: He wasn't looking straight at the clock.
AnswerHe was looking at the clock in a mirrorA mirror flips the clock left to right, so hands pointing to 4:15 look like they're pointing to 7:45.
A word lock has four letters. The note says: 'LOCK, then ROCK, then me. Change just one letter each time. I'm the thing the dryer always seems to eat.' What's the word?
Hint: It goes on before your shoe.
AnswerSOCKChanging the R in ROCK to S makes SOCK, and socks are famous for vanishing in the dryer.
I'm full of things nobody wants, yet I wait by the curb every week like it's an honor. A big truck lifts me, shakes me and puts me back, and raccoons think I'm a buffet. What am I?
Hint: I sit by the curb on pickup day.
AnswerThe trashTrash cans go to the curb weekly, get emptied by garbage trucks and attract raccoons.
I'm technically a fruit, but you'd never put me in a fruit salad. A fairy godmother once turned me into a ride to the ball, and every fall a spiced latte borrows my name. What am I?
Hint: Pie is my other career.
AnswerA pumpkinPumpkins are botanically fruits, Cinderella's coach was a pumpkin, and the pumpkin spice latte is a fall favorite.
I'm cut, folded and taped with care, then torn to shreds in seconds. I'm a costume for boxes, and the prettier I am, the faster I end up in a trash bag. What am I?
Hint: Don't forget the tape.
AnswerWrapping paperWrapping paper is carefully wrapped around boxes, then ripped off and thrown away on Christmas morning.
I come from beans, but I'm not chili. I start the morning hot, spend the afternoon cold on your desk, and I've already ridden in the microwave twice. What am I?
Hint: Many people can't start the day without me.
AnswerYour coffeeCoffee is brewed from roasted beans, goes cold when forgotten and gets reheated over and over.
I was given to you before you could say thank you. I'm yours, yet your friends use me far more than you do, and you'd turn around if a stranger shouted me across a crowded room. What am I?
Hint: You answer to it.
AnswerYour nameYour name was given at birth, other people say it more than you do, and hearing it makes you turn your head.