Three mice are being chased by a cat.
The cat approached slowly, tail twitching, savoring the moment.
Then, in a flash of bravery (or pure panic), the smallest of the three mice, Max, puffed out his little chest, stood up on his hind legs, and let out a loud, confident: “RUFF! RUFF! RUFF!”
The sound echoed off the walls like thunder in the cat’s ears. The cat froze. Ears perked. Eyes widened.
And then—just like that—the cat turned tail and bolted out of the kitchen.
Later that night, back in the safety of their cozy little mousehole, they recounted the tale to their mother.
Max stood tall, still catching his breath as he finished the story. “And then I barked! Like a dog! And she just ran!”
Their mother chuckled softly, patting Max on the head. “Well done, my brave little mouse.”
She looked at all three of them with a twinkle in her eye and said, “Let this be a lesson, boys… It pays to be bilingual.”
One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink.
She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.
She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, “Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?”
Her mother replied, “Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white.”
The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, “Momma, how come ALL of grandma’s hairs are white?”
One day a college professor of Psychology was greeting his new college class.
He stood up in front of the class and said, “Would everyone who thinks he or she is stupid please stand up?”
After a minute or so of silence, a young man stood up.
“Well, good morning. So, you actually think you’re a moron?” the professor asked.
The kid replied, “No sir, I just didn’t want to see you standing there all by yourself.”
