A Grandmother is driving her 8 year-old grandson to a friend’s house for a play date.
“Grandmother,” the little boy asks, “how old are you?”
“Sweetie, it’s not polite to ask a woman her age,” the Grandmother says.
“Oh.” The little boy sits there quietly for a couple of moments, then asks, “How much do you weigh?”
“Now really,” the Grandmother huffs up, “that’s a personal question and really none of your business.”
Undaunted, the little boy asks, “Why did you and Gramps get a divorce?”
“Honestly, that is enough questions for today!” The exasperated Grandmother drops the child off and drives away.
As the two friends begin to play, the little boy says, “My Grandmother wouldn’t tell me anything.”
“Well,” said the friend, “all you need to do is look at her driver’s license. It’s like a report card. It has everything on it.”
Later that night, the little boy says to his Grandmother, “I know how old you are . You’re 57.”
The Grandmother is surprised and asks, “How did you discover that?”
“I also know that you weigh 160 pounds.”
The Grandmother is past surprise and into shocked now.
“How in world did you find that out?”
“And,” the little boy says triumphantly, “I know why you and Gramps got divorced.”
“Oh really?” Grandmother’s eyebrow hit the roof. “And why’s that?”
“Because you got an F in sex.”
Arthor Unknown
