Saturday, June 05, 2010
Don't you just love to be around people who make you laugh? I know I do.
I also like stories that make me laugh. Charles Swindoll tells this one in his splendid book, Laugh Again:
Grandmother and granddaughter, a very precocious ten-year-old, were spending the evening together when the little girl suddenly looked up and asked, "How old are you, Grandma?"
The woman was a bit startled at the question, but knowing her granddaughter's quick mind, she wasn't completely shocked.
"Well honey, when you're my age you don't share your age with anybody."
"Aw, go ahead, Grandma...you can trust me."
"No, dear, I never tell anyone my age."
Grandmother got busy fixing supper and then she suddenly realized the little darling had been absent for about twenty minutes--much too long! She checked around upstairs in her bedroom and found that her granddaughter had dumped the contents of her grandmother's purse on top of her bad and was sitting in the midst of the mess,holding her grandmother's driver's license.
When their eyes met, the child announced: "Grandma, you're seventy-six."
"Why, yes, I am. How did you know that?"
"I found the date of your birthday here on your driver's license and subtracted that year from this year...so you're seventy-six."
The little girl continued staring at the driver's license and added, "You also made an F in sex, Grandma."