A mother is transporting a young girl to her friend’s house for a playdate. “Mommy,” the small girl inquires, “How old are you?” “Honey, you are not supposed to ask a lady her age,” the mother explained. “It’s not polite.” “OK,” the small girl asks, “how much do you weigh?” “Now really,” her mother responds, “Those are personal questions and are none of your business.”

Undaunted, the small girl wonders, “Why did you and Daddy get divorced?” “That is enough questions, young lady, honestly!” The irritated mother goes away as the two buddies continue to play. “My mom won’t tell me anything about her,” the small girl tells her pal.

“Well,” replies the friend, “all you have to do is look at her driver’s license.” there’s like a report card; everything is on there.” Later that night, the little girl tells her mother, “I know how old you are, you are 32.”

The mother is surprised and asks, “How did you find that out?” “I also know that you weigh 140 pounds.” The mother is past surprised and shocked now.
“How in heaven’s name did you find that out?” “And,” the little girl says triumphantly, “I also know why you and daddy got a divorce.” “Oh really?” the mother asks. “Why?” “Because you got an “F” in ѕєχ