Friday, December 19, 2008

The Talking Newborn

A baby was born who was so advanced, he could talk. He looked around the delivery room and saw the doctor. "Are you my doctor?" he asked. "Yes, I am," said the doctor. The baby said, "Thank you for taking such good care of me during the birth." He looked at his mother and asked, "Are you my mother?" "Yes, I am," said the mother. "Thank you for taking such good care of me before I was born," he said. He then looked at his father and asked, "Are you my father?" "Yes, I am," his father answered. The baby motioned him closer, then poked him repeatedly on the forehead with his index finger. "Hurts doesn't it!?!"

1 comment:

Gerry said...

I did have to laugh. You can always make me laugh with one of your humorous stories. I am thankful for your great sense of humor. I know it has carried you through some dark days. Gerry