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A
mother is driving her little girl to her friend's house for a play
date.
'Mummy ,' the little girl asks, 'how old are you?'
'Honey, you are not
supposed to ask a lady her age,' the mother replied. 'It's not polite.'
'OK', the little
girl says,
'What
colour was you hair 2 years ago?
'Now
really,' the mother says, 'those are personal questions and are really none of
your business.'
Undaunted, the
little girl asks, 'Why did you and Daddy get a divorce?'
'That's enough
questions, young lady! Honestly!'
The exasperated
mother walks away as the two friends begin to play.
'My Mum won't tell
me anything about her,' the little girl says to her friend.
'Well,' says the
friend, 'all you
need to do is look at her driver's licence. It's like a report card,
it has everything on it.'
Later that night the
little girl says to her mother, 'I know how old you are. You are 32.'
The
mother is surprised and asks, 'How did you find that out?'
'I also know that
you used to have brown hair.'
The mother is past
surprised and shocked now.
'How in Heaven's name
did you find that out?'
'And,' the little
girl says triumphantly, 'I
know why you and daddy got a divorce.'
'Oh
really?' the mother asks. 'Why?'
'Because
you got an F in sex.'
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