Intelligent Husband!
Wife is busy packing her clothes.
Man: And where are you going?
Wife: I’m moving to my mother.
Husband also starts packing.
Wife: And where do you think your going?
Husband: I’m also moving to my mother.
Wife: And what about the kids?
Husband: Well if you are moving to your mother and I’m moving to my mother then I guess they must also move to their mother.
After 10 years, the wife starts to think their kid looks kind of strange so she decides to do a DNA test.
She finds out that the kid is actually from completely different parents.
Wife: “Honey, I have something very serious to tell you.”
Husband: “What’s up?”
Wife: “According to DNA test results, this is not our kid!”
Husband: “Well you don’t remember, do you? When we were leaving the hospital, you noticed that our baby had a dirty diaper. So you said, ’Please go change the baby, I’ll wait for you here.’ So I went inside, got a clean one and left the dirty one there.”
The wife fainted.
I was out walking with my 4 year old daughter.
She picked up something off the ground and started to put it in her mouth. I took the item away from her and I asked her not to do that.
“Why?” my daughter asked.
“Because it’s been on the ground, you don’t know where it’s been, it’s dirty, and probably has germs” I replied.
At this point, my daughter looked at me with total admiration and asked, “Mommy, how do you know all this stuff, you are so smart.”
I was thinking quickly. “All moms know this stuff. It’s on the Mommy Test. You have to know it, or they don’t let you be a Mommy.”
We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes, but she was evidently pondering this new information.
”OH…I get it!” she beamed, “So if you don’t pass the test you have to be the daddy.”
“Exactly” I replied back with a big smile on my face.
A couple with three children waited in line at San Francisco’s Pier 41 to purchase tickets for a boat trip to Alcatraz.
Others watched with varying degrees of sympathy and irritation as the young children fidgeted, whined, and punched one another. The frazzled parents reprimanded them to no avail.
Finally they reached the ticket window. “Five tickets, please,” the father said.
“Two round trip, three one way.”
