A mother is driving her 7 year-old daughter to her friend's house for
a
>play
>date when the little girl asks "Mommy," how old are you?"
>
>"Honey, you are not supposed to ask a lady her age," the mother
replies
>sweetly. "It's not polite."
>
>"OK", the little girl says, "How much do you weigh?"
>
>"Now really," the mother says, a bit less sweetly. "Those are
personal
>questions and are really none of your business."
>Undaunted, the little girl asks, "Why did you and Daddy get a
divorce?"
>
>"That's enough questions, young lady, honestly!" mom says as her
daughter
>is
>getting out of the car.
>
>The exasperated mother drives away as the two friends begin to play.
>
>"My Mom won't tell me anything about her," the little girl says to her
>friend.
>
>"Well," says the friend, "all you need to do is look at her drivers
>license.
>It's like a report card, 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 weigh 140 pounds."
>
>The mother is past surprised and shocked now. "How in heaven's name
did
>you
>find that out?"
>
>"And," the little girl says triumphantly,
>"I know why you and daddy got a divorce."
>Now mom's getting mad. She says, "Oh really? And just why is that,
young
>lady?"
>
>
>
>
>"Because you got an F in sex."