The Little Girl Asks Why Did You And Daddy Get A Divorce

A mother is driving her daughter to a playdate.

“Mommy,” the little girl asks, “How old are you?”

“Honey, you shouldn’t ask a lady her age. It’s not polite,” the mother replies.

“Okay,” the girl says, “How much do you weigh?”

“Now really, those are personal questions and none of your business,” the mother says.

Unfazed, the girl asks, “Why did you and Daddy get a divorce?”

“That’s enough questions, young lady!” the exasperated mother says before walking away as the friends start to play.

“My mom won’t tell me anything,” the little girl says to her friend.

“Well,” the friend replies, “Just look at her driver’s license. It’s like a report card with everything on it.”

Later that night, the girl tells her mother, “I know you’re 32.”

Surprised, the mother asks, “How did you find that out?”

“I also know you weigh 140 pounds,” the girl adds.

Shocked, the mother asks, “How in heaven’s name did you find that out?”

Triumphantly, the girl says, “And I know why you and Daddy got a divorce.”

“Oh really?” the mother asks. “Why?”

“Because you got an ‘F’ in sex.”

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