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Executive Chef
One summer evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother was tucking her son
into bed. She was about to turn off the light when he asked with a tremor in his
voice, "Mommy, will you sleep with me tonight?" The mother smiled and gave him a
reassuring hug. "I can't dear," she said. "I have to sleep in Daddy's room."
A long silence was broken at last by his shaky little voice: "The big sissy."
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When I was six months pregnant with my third child, my three year old came into the room when I was just getting ready to get into the shower. She said,"Mommy, you are getting
fat!" I replied, "Yes, honey, remember Mommy has a baby growing in her tummy" "I know,"she replied, but what's growing in your butt?"
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An exasperated mother, whose son was always getting into mischief, finally asked him, "How do you expect to get into Heaven?" The boy thought it over and said, "Well, I'll run in and out and in and out and keep slamming the door until St.Peter says, 'For Heaven's sake, Dylan, come in or stay out!'"
into bed. She was about to turn off the light when he asked with a tremor in his
voice, "Mommy, will you sleep with me tonight?" The mother smiled and gave him a
reassuring hug. "I can't dear," she said. "I have to sleep in Daddy's room."
A long silence was broken at last by his shaky little voice: "The big sissy."
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When I was six months pregnant with my third child, my three year old came into the room when I was just getting ready to get into the shower. She said,"Mommy, you are getting
fat!" I replied, "Yes, honey, remember Mommy has a baby growing in her tummy" "I know,"she replied, but what's growing in your butt?"
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An exasperated mother, whose son was always getting into mischief, finally asked him, "How do you expect to get into Heaven?" The boy thought it over and said, "Well, I'll run in and out and in and out and keep slamming the door until St.Peter says, 'For Heaven's sake, Dylan, come in or stay out!'"
