Flying home from France on a recent trip I noticed a rather haggard looking mother walking into the customs area with eight children, all under age 10.
Collecting their many suitcases, the nine of them entered the cramped customs area. A young customs official watched the large entourage in disbelief.
''Ma'am,'' he said, ''do all these children and this luggage belong to you?'' ''Yes, sir,'' the lady said with a sigh, ''they're all mine.''
The customs agent began his interrogation: ''Ma'am, do you have any weapons, contraband or drugs in your possession?''
''Sir,'' she calmly answered, ''if I'd had any of those items, I would have used them by now.''