Curiosity might ki.l…l the cat, but for eight-year-old Little Johnny, it was just another Tuesday spent trying to crack his mother’s vault of deeply guarded personal secrets.
“Hey Mom, how old are you anyway?” Johnny asked, leaning over the kitchen island.
His mother sighed, not looking up from her laptop. “Johnny, a true gentleman never asks a lady her age.”
Undeterred, Johnny adjusted his strategy. “Okay, well how much do you weigh?”
“Johnny! A gentleman doesn’t ask a lady about her weight either,” she replied, her tone sharpening.
Frowning, the boy decided to go straight for the juggernaut question. “Then why did Daddy pack his bags and leave you last month?”
That completely crossed the line. “That is absolutely none of your business!” his mother snapped, her face flushing crimson. “Go straight to your room, right now!”
Muttering to himself, Johnny turned to stomp down the hallway, but in his blind fury, he tripped right over his mother’s oversized purse. The bag spilled across the hardwood floor, and her driver’s license slid face-up onto the rug.
A few seconds later, Johnny burst back into the living room, waving the plastic card triumphantly.
“I know all your secrets now, Mom!” he shouted. “You’re 36 years old, you weigh 127 pounds, and I finally know why Daddy left you… It’s because you got an ‘F’ in S*X!”
