I'm Sorry

[marval]

A small boy turned to his Aunt Edna and said: "My Goodness, you're ugly!"

His mother overheard the remark and was appalled.

She took him to one side and gave him a real telling-off before ordering him to go back and say sorry to Aunt Edna.

Suitably chastened, the boy went over and said quietly:

"Aunt Edna, I'm sorry you're ugly."


A boy had reached four without giving up the habit of sucking his thumb, though his mother had tried everything from bribery to reasoning to painting it with lemon juice to discourage the habit.

Finally she tried threats, warning her son that, "If you don't stop sucking your thumb, your stomach is going to blow up like a balloon."

Later that day, walking in the park, mother and son saw a pregnant woman sitting on a bench.

The four-year-old considered her gravely for a minute, then spoke to her saying, "Uh-oh ... I know what you've been doing."

[tonyav]

liking them, marval.