CPA Father

"CPA Father"

Our first three babies, all girls, each weighed about
seven pounds at birth. When our fourth arrived, he
was much larger.

After delivery, the medical team began testing and
measuring my new son. The last reading came from
a nurse, who seemed impressed as she read,
"Weight, nine pounds, eight ounces."

My husband, a CPA in corporate finance who'd been
quiet up to this point, could contain himself no longer.

"How about that!" my husband exclaimed happily.
"It's 36.5% more baby!"

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"Sorry I'm Late"

Late one Saturday evening, I was awakened by the
ringing of my phone.

In a sleepy grumpy voice I said hello. The party on
the other end of the line paused for a moment before
rushing breathlessly into a lengthy speech.

"Mom, this is Susan and I'm sorry I woke you up, but
I had to call because I'm going to be a little late getting
home. See, Dad's car has a flat but it's not my fault.
Honest! I don't know what happened. The tire just
went flat while we were inside the theater. Please
don't be mad, okay?"

Since I don't have any daughters, I knew the person
had dialed my number by mistake.

"I'm sorry dear," I replied, "but you've reached the wrong
number. I don't have a daughter named Susan."

"Wow, Mom," the young woman's voice replied, "I didn't
think you'd be this mad."
Received on Sun May 9 09:29:40 2004