Mommy How Old Are You?
8 year old little Mary and her mother are walking through the mall
together one day. “Mommy,” says the little Mary, “how old are you?”
“Darling, you should never ask a woman what her age is.”
“Why not?” demands the child.
“Well, that is something you will understand one day when you’re
grown-up.”
“Mommy,” asks Mary again, “how much do you weigh?”
“Never mind.” answers the mother.
“Why can’t you tell me?”
“Because grown-ups never talk about how much they weigh. This is
something you will learn and understand 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, Little Mary 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 little Mary does as her friend recommended. That night she sneaks
into her mother’s room while her mom was cooking dinner. She rummages
through her purse and finds the drivers license. After examining it
carefully she walks up to her mother and says, “I know how old you
are!
You are 35!” The mother is very surprised. “And, I know how much you
weigh. You weigh 136 pounds, right?” The mother is shocked. “And, I
know
why you and Daddy got a divorce.”
The mother, dumb founded asked, “Why?”
“It’s because you got an F in sex.”
Character is made by many acts; it may be lost by a single one.
SO HOW WAS IT???
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