[pct-l] Questions

[hiker97 at aol.com]

Trail Dust was driving her 7 year-old PCThiker in-training daughter to her friend's house to play setting up camp. All atonce in the SUV the little girl asks, "Mommy,” How old are you?" 

"Honey, you are not supposed to ask a lady her age," the motherreplies sweetly. "It's not polite." "OK", the little girlsays, "How much do you weigh?" 

"Now really," the mother says, a bit less sweetly. "Those arepersonal questions and are really none of your business." Undaunted, thelittle girl asks, "Why did you and Daddy get a divorce?" 

"That's enough questions, young lady, honestly!" mom says as herdaughter is getting out of the car. The exasperated mother drives away as the 2friends begin to play setting up camp. 

"My Mom won't tell me anything about her," the little girl says toher want-a-be trail partner friend. "Well," says the friend,"all you need to do is look at her drivers license. It's like a reportcard, it has everything on it." 

Later that night the little girl says to her mother, "I know how old youare, you are 32." The mother is surprised & asks, "How did youfind that out?" 

"I also know that you weigh 120 pounds." The mother is past surprisedand shocked now. "How in heaven's name did you find that out?" 

"And," the little girl says triumphantly, "I know why you &my dad, Grizzly, got a divorce." Now her mom is getting mad. She says,"Oh really? And just why is that, young lady?" 

"Because you got an F in sex." 
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