Subject: About Those Questions...
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Mon Nov 25 2002 - 01:52:02 EST
"About Those Questions..."
An 8-year-old girl and her mother are walking along the
street together one day. "Mommy," says the little girl,
"how old are you?"
"Darling, you should never ask a woman what her age is."
"Why not?" demands the child.
"Well, that's something you will understand one day
when you're grown up."
"Mommy," asks the girl again, "how much do you weigh?"
"Never mind," answers her mother. "Why can't you tell
me?"
"Because grown-ups never talk about how much they
weigh. This is something you will learn someday."
"Mommy," insists the child, "can you tell me why you and
Daddy got divorced?"
"Darling," responds the mother in exasperation, "that's
something still very painful for Mommy, and I really just
can't talk about it now."
A few days later, the child recounts this conversation to
a friend at school. The friend explains how to overcome
these problems: "All you have to do is get your mother's
driver's license. It has all the information about any grown-
up you want on it. You just read it like a report card and
it'll give you anything you need."
So the little girl does as her friend recommended. Next
day, she walks up to her mother and says, "I know how
old you are! You're 35!" The mother is very surprised.
"And I know how much you weigh. You weigh 136 pounds,
right?" Her mother is now shocked. "AND I know why you
and Daddy got divorced. You got an F in sex!"
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