Archive for September, 2007

Looking back on photos

Monday, September 3rd, 2007

The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade
them each to buy a copy of the group picture. “Just think how nice it will be to
look at it when you are all grown up and say, ‘There’s Jennifer; she’s a
lawyer,’ or ‘That’s Michael, he’s a doctor.’”

A small voice from the back of the room rang out, “And there’s the teacher;
she’s still old, nasty, and wrinkled”.

Friends

Monday, September 3rd, 2007

One Spring afternoon, I came home to find two little girls on the steps of my
building. Both were crying hard, shedding big tears.

Thinking they might be hurt, I dropped my briefcase and quickly went over to
them. “Are you all right?” I asked.

Still sobbing, one held up her doll. “My baby’s arm came off,” she said.

I took the doll and its disjointed arm. After a little effort and luck, the
doll was again whole.

“Thank you.” came a whisper.

Next looking into the tearful eyes of her friend, I asked, “and what’s the
matter with you, young lady?”

She wiped her cheeks. “I was helping her cry,” she said.

Pulling Hair

Monday, September 3rd, 2007

A six-year-old comes crying to his mother because his little sister pulled his
hair. “Don’t be angry at your sister,” the mother says. “She doesn’t realize
that pulling hair hurts.”

A short while later, there’s more crying, and the mother goes to investigate.
This time the sister is bawling, and her brother says, “Now she knows.”

Out hunting

Monday, September 3rd, 2007

A father and son went hunting together for the first time. The father said
“Stay here and be VERY QUIET. I’ll be across the field.” A few minutes later the
father heard a blood curdling scream and ran back to his son asking “What’s
wrong? I told you to be quiet.”

The son answered, “Look, I was quiet when the snake slithered across my feet.
I was quiet when the bear breathed down my neck. But when the two chipmunks
crawled up my pant legs and said “Should we eat them here or take them with us?”
I panicked…

In the navy

Monday, September 3rd, 2007

‘Mummy, Mummy. I was at the playground and Daddy and…’ Mummy tells him to
slow down. She wants to hear the stop, so Little Johnny tells her.

‘I was at the playground and I saw Daddy’s car go into the woods with Aunt
Jane.

`I went back to look and he was giving Aunt Jane a big kiss, then he helped
her take off her shirt, then Aunt Jane helped Daddy take his pants off, then
Aunt Jane laid down on the seat, then Daddy’

At this point Mummy cut him off and says, Johnny, this is such an interesting
story, suppose you save the rest of it for suppertime. I want to see the look on
Daddy’s face when you tell it tonight.’

At the dinner table, Mummy asks Little Johnny to tell his story. Johnny starts
his story, describing the car going into the woods, the undressing, laying down
on the seat and ‘… then Daddy and Aunt Jane did that same thing Mummy and
Uncle Bill used to do when Daddy was in the Navy.’

Big people words

Monday, September 3rd, 2007

A group of kindergartners were trying to become accustomed to the first grade.
the biggest hurdle they faced was that the teacher insisted on no baby talk.

“you need to use ‘big people’ words,” she’d always remind them. she asked
chris what he had done over the weekend. “i went to visit my nana.”

“no, you went to visit your grandmother. use big people words!” she then asked
mitchell what he had done. “i took a ride on a choo-choo.”

she said, “no, you took a ride on a train. use big people words.” she then
asked bobby what he had done. “i read a book,” he replied.

“that’s wonderful!” the teacher said. “what book did you read?” bobby thought
about it, then puffed out his little chest with great pride and said, “winnie
the s***.”

Balcony news

Monday, September 3rd, 2007

Bill and Marla decided that the only way to pull off a Sunday afternoon
quickie with their 10-year-old son in the apartment was to send him out on the
balcony and order him to report on all the neighborhood activities.

The boy began his commentary as his parents put their plan into operation.
“There’s a car being towed from the parking lot,” he said. “An ambulance just
drove by.” A few moments passed.

“Looks like the Anderson’s have company,” he called out. “Matt`s riding a new
bike and the Coopers are having sex.”

Mom and dad shot up in bed. “How do you know that?” the startled father asked.

“Their kid is standing out on the balcony too,” his son replied.

Elephants

Monday, September 3rd, 2007

A five year old boy was living with his mother, as his parents had divorced.
One Sunday, she decided to take him to the zoo for the first time in his life.
As they passed the various assortment of animals, she would tell the little boy
what they were called and make him repeat it. After the lions, gorillas,
giraffes and bears, they came upon the elephant exhibit.

“That’s an elephant”, the mother said.

After the child repeated after her, he asked, “Mommy? What’s that thing
hanging down from the elephant?”

The mother replied, “That’s his trunk, sweetheart.”

“No, no”, said the child, “Behind that!”

“Oh, that’s his tail”, she said.

“No, no!” the boy exclaimed. “That thing in the middle!”

The woman was flustered and replied, “Uhhhh, that’s nothing, honey!” And they
moved on…..

The next weekend, the boy’s father came to pick him up and the child cried,
“Daddy, let’s go to the zoo! I learned all about the animals, and I want to show
you what I learned!”

The father agreed, so off to the zoo they went. As they passed each cage, the
child would shout out the name of the animal, and the father would praise him
for being so smart. Finally, they arrived at the elephant cage, and the boy
shouted, “Elephant!”

“Very GOOD”, beamed the father. “I’m proud of you for remembering all these
animals!”

The boy asked, “Daddy? What’s that thing hanging down on the elephant?”

The father replied, “That’s his trunk.”

“No!”, the boy moaned, “Behind that!”

“That’s his tail”, the father replied.

“No, no! That thing in the middle!”

The father stammered, “Er…what did your mother say it was?”

“She said it was nothing!”

“Well”, the man said, puffing out his chest. “Your mother’s spoiled!”

Simple questions

Monday, September 3rd, 2007

A first-grade teacher, Ms Brooks was having trouble with one of her students.

The teacher asked, “Harry what is your problem?” Harry answered, “I’m too
smart for the first-grade. My sister is in the third -grade and I’m smarter than
she is! I think I should be in the third-grade too!”

Ms Brooks had enough. She took Harry to the principal’s office. While Harry
waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the
situation was.

The principal told Ms Brooks he would give the boy a test and if he failed to
answer any of his questions he was to go back to the first-grade and behave.

She agreed.

Harry was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he agreed

to take the test.

Principal: “What is 3 x 3?”

Harry: “9″.

Principal: “What is 6 x 6?”

Harry: “36″.

And so it went with every question the principal thought a third-grade should
know.

The principal looks at Ms Brooks and tells her, “I think Harry can go to the
third-grade.”

Ms Brooks says to the principal, “Let me ask him some questions?” The
principal and Harry both agree.

Ms Brooks asks, “What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?

“Harry, after a moment “Legs.”

Ms Brooks: “What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?”

Harry: “Pockets.”

Ms Brooks: “What does a dog do that a man steps into?”

Harry: “Pants”

Ms Brooks: What’s a start with a C and ends with a T is hairy, oval, and
delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?

Harry: Coconut

Ms Brooks: What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?

The principal’s eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer,

Harry was taking charge.

Harry: Bubblegum

Ms Brooks: What does a man do standing up, a woman do sitting down and a dog
do on three legs?

The principal’s eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer.

Harry: Shake hands

Ms Brooks: Now I will ask some “Who am I” sort of questions, okay?

Harry: Yep.

Ms Brooks: You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up. I get
wet before you do.

Harry: Tent

Ms Brooks: A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you’re bored. The best
man always has me first.

The Principal was looking restless and a bit tense.

Harry: Wedding Ring

Ms Brooks: I come in many sizes. When I’m not well, I drip. When you blow
me, you feel good.

Harry: Nose

Ms Brooks: I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver.

Harry: Arrow

Ms Brooks: What word starts with an ‘F’ and ends in ‘K’ that means a lot of

heat and excitement?

Harry: Fire truck

The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, “Put Harry in
the fifth-grade, I got the last ten questions wrong myself.”

Train conductor

Monday, September 3rd, 2007

A mother was working in the kitchen listening to her 5 year old son playing
with his new electric train in the living room.

She heard the train stop and her son saying, “All of you sons of bitches who
want off, get the hell off now… cause this is the last stop! And all of you
sons of bitches who are getting on, get your asses in the train cause we’re
going down the tracks”

The horrified mother went in and told her son, “We don’t use that kind of
language in this house. Now, I want you to go to your room and you are to stay
there for TWO HOURS. When you come out, you may play with your train… but I
want you to use nice language.”

Two hours later, the son came out of the bedroom and resumed playing with his
train. Soon the train stopped and the mother heard her son say… “All
passengers, please remember to take all of your
belongings with you. We thank you and hope your trip was a pleasant one. We
hope you will ride with us again soon.”

She heard her little darling continue… “For those of you just boarding,
remember there is no smoking in the train. We hope you will have a pleasant and
relaxing journey with us today.”

As the mother began to smile, the child added, “For those of you who are
pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the bitch in the
kitchen…”