To Be 8 again!
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching my wife, who was looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday was not far off, I asked what she'd like to have for her birthday.
"I'd like to be eight again," she replied, still looking in the mirror.
On the morning of her birthday, I arose early, made her a nice big bowl of Coco Pops, and then took her to Adventure World theme park. What a day! I put her on every ride in the park; the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Roller Coaster, everything there was.
Five hours later we staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside down. I then took her to a McDonald's and ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a chocolate shake.
Then it was off to a movie, popcorn, a soda pop, and her favorite candy, M&M's. What a fabulous adventure!
Finally we returned home and she collapsed into bed exhausted.
I leaned over my wife and with a big smile lovingly asked, "Well Dear, what was it like being eight again?"
Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed.
"I meant my dress size!"
The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he is likely to get it wrong.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching my wife, who was looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday was not far off, I asked what she'd like to have for her birthday.
"I'd like to be eight again," she replied, still looking in the mirror.
On the morning of her birthday, I arose early, made her a nice big bowl of Coco Pops, and then took her to Adventure World theme park. What a day! I put her on every ride in the park; the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Roller Coaster, everything there was.
Five hours later we staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside down. I then took her to a McDonald's and ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a chocolate shake.
Then it was off to a movie, popcorn, a soda pop, and her favorite candy, M&M's. What a fabulous adventure!
Finally we returned home and she collapsed into bed exhausted.
I leaned over my wife and with a big smile lovingly asked, "Well Dear, what was it like being eight again?"
Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed.
"I meant my dress size!"
The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he is likely to get it wrong.