Picky Son
Bentley and his wife and son were sitting at the dinner table when the boy suddenly blurted out, "Gee, you're dumb, Mom. You don't know anything."
"Now, son," scolded Bentley, "you musn't be picky about your mother's little faults."
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Bentley and his wife and son were sitting at the dinner table when the boy suddenly blurted out, "Gee, you're dumb, Mom. You don't know anything."
"Now, son," scolded Bentley, "you musn't be picky about your mother's little faults."
"Dad," said Rickey, "what is electricity?"
"Uh," replied his father, "I don't really know too much about electricity."
A few minutes later the boy said, "How does gas make the engine go?"
"Son, I'm afraid I don't know much about motors."
"Dad," said the boy, "what is anthropology?"
"Anthropology?" The father frowned. "I really don't know."
"Gee, Dad, I guess I'm making a nuisance of myself."
"Not at all, son. If you don't ask questions, you'll never learn anything."
"Son, you sure do ask a lot of questions," said the father. "I'd like to know what would have happened if I'd asked as many questions when I was a boy."
"Perhaps," said the boy, "you'd've been able to answer some of mine."
Down at the office Bostwick boasted to one of his buddies, "My son Arthur is smarter even than Abraham Lincoln.
Arthur could recite the Gettysburg Address when he was ten years old. Lincoln didn't say it till he was fifty!"
At dinner, Seth said to his father, "Dad, I got into trouble at school today and it's all your fault."
"How's that?" asked the master of the house.
"Remember I asked you how much $500,000 was?"
"Yeah, I remember."
"Well, 'a helluva lot' ain't the right answer."
"What are you reading?" demanded the father of his seven-year-old.
"A story about a cow jumping over the moon," was the reply.
"Throw that book away at once," he commanded.
"How many times have I told you you're too young to read science fiction?"
- Son: What is an autobiography?
- Father: Er, the story of an automobile.
"Dad, why do you write so slow?" asked Dennis.
"I have to," replied his father. "I'm a slow reader."
Young Bobby was being fitted for glasses, and his father, standing beside him, said, "Now, remember, son. Don't wear them when you're not looking at anything."
"Can I go outside and watch the solar eclipse?" asked Rupert.
"Okay," replied his father, "but don't stand too close."