>>A little girl and her mother were at the playground. The girl,
>>out of the blue, asked her mother, "Mommy, how old are you?"
>>The mother responded, "Honey, women don't talk about their
>>age. You'll learn this as you get older."
>>
>>The girl then asked, "Mommy how much do you weigh?" The
>>mother responded again, "That's another thing women don't
>>talk about. You'll learn this, too, as you grow up."
>>
>>The girl, still wanting to know about her mother, then
>>asked, "Mommy, why did you and Daddy
>>get a divorce?" The mother, a little annoyed by all the
>>questions, responded "Honey, that is a subject that hurts
>>me very much, and I don't want to talk about it now."
>>
>>The little girl, frustrated, sulked until she was dropped
>>off at a friend's house to play. She complained to her
>>friend about her mother's replies to her questions.
>>
>>The friend said, "All you have to do is sneak a look
>>at your mother's driver license. It's just like a report card
>>from school. It tells you everything."
>>
>>Later, the little girl and her mother were at the playground again.
>>The little girl said, "Mommy, Mommy, I know how old
>>you are. I know how old you are. You're 32 years old." The
>>mother was very shocked. She asked, "Sweetheart, how do you know
>>that?" The little girl shrugged and said, "I just know. And I
>>know how much you weigh. You weigh 130 pounds." "Where did you
>>learn that? The little girl said, "I just know. And I know why
>>you and Daddy got a divorce.
>>
>>You got an "F" in sex."