A little girl walks in to the living room one Sunday morning while her Dad is reading the paper.
“Where does poo come from?” she asks.
The father feeling a little perturbed that his 5 year old daughter is already asking difficult questions thinks for a moment and says, “Well you know we just ate breakfast?”
“Yes,” answers the girl.
“Well the food goes into our tummies and our bodies take out all the good stuff, and then whatever is left over comes out of our butts when we go to the toilet, and that is poo.”
The little girl looks shocked, and stares at him in stunned silence for a few seconds before asking: “And Tigger?”
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An old Arab lived close to New York City for more than 40 years.
He would have loved to plant potatoes in his garden, but he is alone, old and weak. His son is in college in Paris, so the old man sends him an e-mail.
He explains the problem: “Beloved son, I am very sad, because I can’t plant potatoes in my garden. I am sure, if only you were here, you would help and dig up the garden for me. I love you, Your Father.”
The following day, the old man receives a response e-mail from his son: “Beloved Father, please don’t touch the garden. It’s there that I have hidden ‘the THING’. I love you, too, Ahmed”
At 4pm the US Army, the Marines, the FBI, the CIA and the Rangers visit the house of the old man, take the whole garden apart, search every inch, but can’t find anything. Disappointed they leave the house.
A day later, the old man receives another e-mail from his son. “Beloved Father, I hope the garden is dug up by now and you can plant your potatoes. That’s all I could do for you from here. I love you, Ahmed.”
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My two daughters were having a discussion about family resemblance.
“I look like Mom,” said my nine-year-old, “but I have Dad’s eyes and Dad’s lips.”
The six-year-old said, “And I look just like Dad, but I have light hair.”
Then she turned to me. “Mom,” she asked, “what does Dad have to do with us being born anyway?”
The older sister jumped right in, “Don’t be stupid, Christina. Dad is the one who drove Mom to the hospital.”
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Sharing dreams
Teacher: “Okay class let’s start by sharing our dreams. What’s yours David?”
David: “My dream is to earn $20,000 a month like my dad.”
Teacher: “Wow! Your dad earns that much?”
David: “No ma’am, that’s also my dad’s dream.”
