MISTAKEN GENDERS
The vicar, awarding prizes at the local dog show was scandalized by costumes worn by some members of the younger fair sex. “Look at that youngster,” said he; “the one with the cropped hair, the cigarette and breeches, holding two pops. Is it a boy or girl?” “A girl.” said his companion. “She’s my daughter.” “My dear sir!” The vicar was flustered. “Do forgive me. I would never have been so outspoken had I known you were her father.” “I’m not,” said the other. “I’m her mother.”
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