> >Little Jenny walked into the kitchen one day and looked
up at her
mother, who was busy cooking dinner.
> >"Mommy, how old are you?" she asked.
> >"Now dear," said her mother, "You should never ask a
woman what her
age
is."
> >"Why not?" demanded Jenny.
> >"Because it isn't polite. You'll understand better when
you grow
up."
> >Jenny thought about it for a moment, then piped up,
"Mommy, how much
do
you weigh?"
> >"Jenny," said her mother, "That's not a question you
ask people."
> >"Why not?" "Because it's not polite to ask grown-ups
about how much
they
weigh. You'll understand some day."
> >"Mommy," Jenny asked, "Why did you and Daddy get
divorced?"
> >"Darling,"her mother replied with a sigh, "That's
something that's
still
very painful for Mommy, and I really can't talk about it
now. I'll
explain
when you are a little older."
> >The next day, Jenny told a friend at school about the
conversation
with
her mother. The other little girl explained to her, "All
you have to do
is
get a look at your mom's driver's license. It has all the
information
about
any grown-up you want on it."
> >So little Jenny sneaked a peek in her mother's purse
when she got
home,
and looked over her license, examining it carefully.
> >That evening, she went back into the kitchen and
announced, "I know
how
old you are, Mommy, You are 36!"
> >Her mother looked down at her, surprised. "And I know
how much you
weigh!" said Jenny. "You weigh 135 pounds."
> >"Jenny, where did you learn this?", her mother asked.
Jenny just
smiled
and continued, "And, I know why you and Daddy got a
divorce."
> >Her mother just gasped and asked, "Why?" Jenny replied,
"Because you
got
a F in sex!"
