A mother was driving her little girl to her friend's house for a play date. "Mommy," the little girl asked, "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 said. "Then, how much do you weigh?"
"Now really," the mother said. "Those are personal questions and are none of your business."
Undaunted, the little girl asked, "Why did you and Daddy get a divorce?"
"That's enough questions, young lady! Honestly!"
The exasperated mother dropped her daughter off at her friend's house, and when the two began to play, the little girl said, "My mom won't tell me anything about herself."
"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 girl said to her mother, "I know how old you are. You are thirty-two."
The mother was surprised and asked, "How did you find that out?"
"I also know that you weigh a hundred thirty pounds."
Now the mother was beyond surprised—she was shocked. "How in heaven's name did you find that out?"
"And," the little girl said triumphantly, "I know why you and daddy got a divorce."
"Oh really? If you think you know so much, tell me why."
"Because you got a F in sex."
