A boy was assigned a paper on childbirth and asked his
parents, "How was I born?"
"Well, Honey..." said the boy's mom,
"the stork brought you to us."
"Oh," said the boy. "Well, how
did you and daddy get born?" he asked.
"Oh, the stork brought us too," chimed
in the dad.
"Well how were grandpa and grandma
born?" he persisted.
"Well darling, the stork brought them
too!" said the mom, by now starting to squirm a little in the Lazy Boy
recliner.
Several days later, the boy handed in his paper
to the teacher who read with confusion the opening sentence: "This report
has been very difficult to write because there hasn't been a natural childbirth
in my family for three generations."
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WORDS OF WISDOM
Some, given the scepter of responsibility,
confuse it with the club of authority.
May the peace of the Lord be with you always.
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