Kids say the darndest things

 

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

‘ Mommy ,’ the little girl asks, ‘how old are you?’

‘Honey, you are not supposed to ask a lady her age,’ the mother replied..

‘It’s not polite.’

‘OK’, the little girl says,

‘How much do you weigh?’

‘Now really,’ the mother says,

‘those are personal questions and are really none of your business.’

Undaunted, the little girl asks, ‘Why did you and Daddy get a divorce?’

‘That’s enough questions, young lady! Honestly!’

The exasperated mother walks away as the two friends begin to play.

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

‘Well,’ says 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 girl says to her mother,

‘I know how old you are. You are 32.’

The mother is surprised and asks,

‘How did you find that out?

‘I also know that you weigh 130 pounds.’

The mother is past surprised and shocked now.

‘How in Heaven‘s name did you find that out?’

‘And,’ the little girl says triumphantly,
‘I know why you and daddy got a divorce.’

‘Oh really?’ the mother asks. ‘Why?’

‘Because you got an F in sex.

~Steve~      H/T   Eowyn’s Friend     Sol

 

When We Give a Child the Gift of Our Time

This is a story of a little girl and a group of burly hardbitten construction workers. It will warm the cockles of your heart!

H/t my dear friend Sol 

~Eowyn

We all can make a difference when we give a child the gift of our time.

A young family moved into a house, next to a vacant lot.

One day, a construction crew turned up to start building a house on the empty lot. The young family’s 5-year-old daughter naturally took an interest in all the activity going on next door and spent much of each day observing the workers.
Eventually the construction crew, all of them “gems-in-the-rough,” adopted her   as a kind of project mascot.

They chatted with her, let her sit with them while they had coffee and lunch breaks, and gave her little jobs to do here and there to make her feel important.
At the end of the first week, they even presented her with a pay envelope containing ten dollars.

Flushed with pride, the little girl took this home to her mother who suggested that she take her ten dollars “pay” to the bank the next day to start a savings account.

When the girl and her mom got to the bank, the teller was equally impressed and asked the little girl how she had come by her very own pay check at such a young age.

The little girl proudly replied, “I worked last week with a real construction crew building the new house next door to us.”

“Oh my goodness gracious,” said the teller, “and will you be working on the house again this week, too?”

The little girl replied, “I will, if those a**holes at Lowe’s ever deliver the f*cking sheet rock.”

Just One of the Girls

Never trust a man who…

throws a ball like a girl…

Rides a girl’s bike…

Has manicured polished finger nails…

and never ever trust a man who crosses his legs like a girl!

~Eowyn