At a party an elderly lady was bemoaning the behavior of the youth of today. "Look at the girl over there, she complained. I don't know what young girls are coming to! She's wearing boy's jeans, a boy's shirt, and that haircut is so boyish you wouldn't know she was a girl at all, would you?"
"Well, as it happens, I would," came the reply, "because she is my daughter."
"Oh dear, said the old lady embarrassed, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were her father." "I'm not, I'm her mother."
"Well, as it happens, I would," came the reply, "because she is my daughter."
"Oh dear, said the old lady embarrassed, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were her father." "I'm not, I'm her mother."