A mother is driving her daughter to a friend’s house for a play date.

“Mommy,” the girl asks, “how old are you?”

“Honey, you are not supposed to ask a lady her age,” the mother replies. “It’s

not polite.”

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

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

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

“That’s enough questions.” The mother walks away as the two friends begin

to play.

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

“Well,” says the friend, “all you need to do is look at her driver’s licence. It is like a

report card, it has everything on it.”

That night the girl says to her mother, “I know how old you are — 32.”

The mother is surprised. “How did you find that out?”

“I also know you weigh 140 pounds.”

The mother is shocked now. “How in did you find that out?”

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

“Oh really?” the mother asks. “Why?”

“Because you got an F for sex.”