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A Mom is driving a little girl to her friends
house for a play date. "Mommy," the little
girl asks, "how old are you?"
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The mother looks over at the little girl, "Honey, you are not
supposed to ask a lady her age, it isn't polite." the mother warns.
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"Ok," the little girl says, "How much do you weigh?"
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"Now really," the mother says, "these are personal
questions and are really none of your business."
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Undaunted, the little girl asks,
"Why did you and daddy get a divorce?"
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"That is enough questions, honestly!" The exasperated
mother walks away as the two friends begin to play.
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"My Mom wouldn't tell me anything,"
the little girl says to her friend.
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"Well," said the friend, "All you need
to do is look at her driver's license.
It's like a report card, it has everything on it."
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Later that night the little girl says to her mother,
"I know how old you are, you are 32."
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The mother is surprised and asks,
"How did you find that out?"
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"I also know that you weigh 140 pounds."
The mother is past surprise and shock now.
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"How in heavens name did you find that out?"
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The little girl continues on triumphantly,
"And...I know why you and daddy got divorce."
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"Oh really?", the mother asks, "Why is that?"
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To which the girl replies,
"Because you got an F in sex."
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