A grandmother sent her grandson a shirt for his birthday. The only trouble was that he had a size 14 neck and the shirt was size 12. When the grandson sent a thank you note, he wrote, \u201cDear Grandma. I truly appreciate the thoughtful gift. I tried it on immediately, and it was almost perfect\u2026 thanks a lot for the shirt. I\u2019d write more, but I\u2019m all choked up,\u201d leaving just enough ambiguity that made Grandma smile proudly, completely unaware of the hidden joke behind his words.<\/p>\n
A 5-year old girl went to visit her grandmother one day. She played with her dolls as grandma dusted the furniture. The house was quiet except for the soft hum of an old television in the background, as if it held secrets of its own. At one point, she looked up suddenly, as children often do when curiosity strikes without warning, and asked: \u201cGrandma, how come you don\u2019t have a boyfriend?\u201d Grandma paused for a moment, then replied with a calm smile: \u201cHoney, my TV is my boyfriend. I can sit in my bedroom and watch it all day long. The TV evangelists keep me company and make me feel so good. The comedies make me laugh. I\u2019m so happy with my TV as my boyfriend.\u201d Later, Grandma turned on the TV and the picture was horrible. She began adjusting the knobs, leaning closer with growing frustration, trying to bring the image into focus. When nothing worked, she started hitting the back of the TV, hoping it would magically fix itself. Just then, the doorbell rang sharply, breaking the tension. The little girl rushed to open the door, and standing there was Grandma\u2019s minister. With a polite smile, he asked, \u201cHello young lady. Is your grandma home?\u201d Without hesitation, and still echoing what she had seen moments earlier, the little girl replied: \u201cYeah, she\u2019s in the bedroom bangin\u2019 her boyfriend.\u201d<\/p>\n
One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. The rhythmic sound of running water filled the room, but the child\u2019s attention drifted to something unexpected as she studied her mother\u2019s face. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head, almost like hidden warnings of time. She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, \u201cWhy are some of your hairs white, Mom?\u201d Her mother replied gently, \u201cWell, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white.\u201d The little girl sat quietly for a while, absorbing this new \u201crule of life,\u201d as if calculating something serious in her mind, then slowly looked up and said, \u201cMomma, how come ALL of grandma\u2019s hairs are white?\u201d<\/p>\n
A boy is writing his grandmother a letter. His friends sees it and asks him: \u201cWho are you writing that letter to?\u201d The boy replies proudly, \u201cMy grandma.\u201d His friend leans over his shoulder and notices how slowly he is forming each word, almost painfully deliberate, and asks him: \u201cWhy are you writing so slowly?\u201d The boy looks up with complete seriousness and says, \u201cShe can\u2019t read very fast!\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A grandmother sent her grandson a shirt for his birthday. The only trouble was that he had a size 14 neck and the shirt was size 12. When the grandson sent a thank you note, he wrote, \u201cDear Grandma. I truly appreciate the thoughtful gift. I tried it on immediately, and it was almost perfect\u2026 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":24501,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-24499","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-tales"],"yoast_head":"\n