Man: How old is your father?

Boy: He is eight years old.

 

Man: What?

 

Boy: Because he became father when I was born eight years ago.

 

 

A couple invited some people to dinner. At the table, the wife turned to their six-year-old daughter and said, "Would you like to say the blessing?"

"I wouldn't know what to say," the girl replied.

"Just say what you hear Mommy say," the wife answered.

The daughter bowed her head and said, "Lord, why on earth did I invite all these people to dinner?"

 

 

While my husband and I were busy choosing an air-conditioner to buy in the store, our six-year-old son was wandering around when he spotted a very inviting spa bed.
We overheard the saleslady say to him, "Do you know what's written there? It says 'Thank you for not sitting.'"
He answered innocently, "Yes, I know. That's why I am lying down."

As a diehard Maple Leafs fan, my eight-year-old son, Alex, jumped at the opportunity to meet legendary Toronto goalie Johnny Bower. Just before we were to head out, Alex's mother reminded him to take his wallet, since there's often a charge for autographs.

When we arrived at the event, we approached Bower. He offered his hand to Alex and said, "Hello, young fellow, give me five."

So Alex promptly hauled out his Maple Leafs wallet and took out a $5 bill.