A mother is driving her little girl to her friends house for a play day. Mummy, the little girl asks. How old are you?
Honey, you are not supposed to ask a lady her age, the mother replied. Its not polite.
Okay, the little girl says. What colour was your hair two years ago?
Now really, those are personal questions and are really none of your business.
Undaunted, the little girl asks: Why did you and Daddy get a divorce?
Thats enough questions, young lady! Honestly! The exasperated mother walks away as the two friends begin to play.
My mum wont tell me anything about herself, the little girl says to her friend.
Well, says the friend. All you need to do is look at her drivers licence. Its like our report cards, 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 Heavens name did you find that out?
And, the little girl says triumphantly. I also know why you and daddy got a divorce.
Oh really, says the mother. Why?
Its all on your drivers licence, and you got an F in sex.
Possum; AKA:- Ali El-Aziz Mohamed Gundawiathan
Sent from my imperial66 typewriter using carrier pigeon, message sticks and smoke signals.
Cheers Craig
