Nature vs Nurture?: Why can't my mind and pie hole cooperate?

So I am not the most articulate person in the world. I commonly substitute one word for a wholly unrelated word. Just last week, in a Skype conversation with the Tribune,  I used "humble" instead of "modest and still am kicking myself.

Exchanges with my husband generally go like this:

Me: Lee, can you hand me the car over there?
Mr. Swirley:  (incredulously) The salt?
Me: Yes. Thank you. Sing song (this is what I say when he assumes I am an idiot).

I am not quite sure why my brain works or doesn’t work like this. Nature?  Nurture?

My mom, Ardie Ho-Ho left the cutest message the other night:

“Ang, it’s me. Do you have a potting…not a potting thing. But...a soil digger…a plant pusher, you know?  A spoon. A big spoon would be helpful. If you have a potting mechanism I can borrow I would really like that very much.”

I am leaning towards nature.

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