Little Jenny walked into the kitchen one day and looked up at her mother, who was busy cooking dinner. “Mommy, how old are you?” she asked. “Now dear,” said her mother, “You should never ask a woman what her age is.” “Why not?” demanded Jenny. “Because it isn’t polite. You’ll understand better when you grow up.” Jenny thought about it for a moment, then piped up, “Mommy, how much do you weigh?” Continue reading →