Because of an ear infection, my young son, Casey, had to go to the paediatrician.
I was impressed with the way the doctor directed his comments and questions to my son.
When he asked Casey, “Is there anything you are allergic to?” Casey nodded and whispered in his ear.
Smiling, the paediatrician wrote out a prescription and handed it to me.
Without looking at it, I tucked it into my purse.
Later, the pharmacist filled the order, remarking on the unusual food-drug interaction my son must have.
When he saw my puzzled expression, he showed me the label on the bottle.
As per the doctor’s instructions, it read: “Do not take with broccoli.”
“I have good news and bad news,” the defence attorney told his client.
“First the bad news. The blood test came back, and your DNA is an exact match with that found at the crime scene.”
“Oh, no!” cried the client. “What’s the good news?”
“Your cholesterol is only 180.”
A father had three very active boys.
One summer evening, he was playing cops and robbers in the back yard after dinner.
One of the boys “shot” his father and yelled, “Bang! You’re dead!”
He slumped to the ground and when he didn’t get up right away, a neighbor ran over to see if he had been hurt in the fall.
When the neighbor bent over, the overworked father opened one eye and said, “Shhh. Don’t give me away. It’s the only chance I’ve had to rest all day.”