> YOUR DRIVER'S LICENSE TELLS IT ALL
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>
>A mother is driving a 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 is 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 drivers'
>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 140 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."