Last One Friday
Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>
the first time. She dressed her in pink from head to toe. At
the store, she placed her in the shopping cart and put her
purchases around her.
At the checkout line a small boy and his mother were ahead
of them. The child was crying and begging for a special treat.
"He wants some candy or gum and his mother won't let him
have any," she thought.
Then she heard his mother's reply.
"No!" she said, looking in her direction.
"You may not have a baby sister today. That lady got the
last one!"
our table, and we started talking.
He asked where my kids go to school. I told him we home
schooled them.
With a raised eyebrow, he asked if my husband is the sole
breadwinner for our family.
I said, "No, I also work ... out of our home."
Then, noticing our two-month-old son, he mentioned that his
daughter had just had a baby, and he wondered what hospital
our son was born in.
"He was born at home," I answered.
The man looked at me, then said, "Wow, you don't get out
much, do you?"
school and told her mother she was so embarrassed at school that day. Her
mother asked her what happened. Bridget explained that each student had to
read a sentence to themselves and then do what it said. The student before
her had a sentence that said to go and turn off the light. The student
then turned off the light. When it was Bridget's turn she walked up to the
teacher and smacked her on the head. The teacher of course was shocked,
but asked her to read her sentence again. Bridget read, "Smack the
teacher's head." It was supposed to be "Shake the teacher's hand!" "Did
you learn anything?" her mother asked. "Yes," Bridget said, "never read in
the dark!"
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