New Home
When the Jones family moved into their new
house, a visiting relative asked the little five-year-old how he liked the new
place. “It’s terrific,” he said. “I have my own room, Mike has
his own room, and Jamie has her own room. But poor mom is still sleeping with
dad.”
Mom for Moment
Little
was allowed to sit in her mother’s place at the dinner table one evening when
her mother was away. Her slightly older brother, resenting the arrangement,
sneered, “So you’re the mother tonight. All right, how much is two times
seven?” Without a moment’s hesitation,
Ask your father.”
Two Phone Lines
The father of a teenage
daughter was concerned with the amount of time she spent on the telephone. Not
so much for the time she wasted (he had given up on that long ago), but because
nobody else could use the phone.
So, as a happy solution, he had
a telephone installed for her with her own private number and directory
listing.
Two or three days after her
telephone had been installed, he came home to find her stretched out on the
floor with her feet on the living room couch and chatting away on the family
telephone. Her own telephone was resting silently on her dresser.
“Why are you using our
telephone?” he yelled. “Why aren’t you talking on your own
telephone?”
“I can’t,” she said. “I’m
expecting an important call on my phone.”
