From Cradle to Ladle
By John invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal his mother couldn’t
help noticing how beautiful John’s roommate was. She had long been suspicious of
a relationship between John and his roommate and this only made her more
curious. Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she
started to wonder if there was more between John and the roommate than met the
eye.
Reading his mom’s thoughts, John volunteered, “I know what you must be
thinking, but I assure you, Julie and I are just roommates.”
About a week later, Julie came to John and said, “Ever since your mother came
to dinner, I’ve been unable to find the beautiful gravy ladle. You don’t suppose
she took it, do you?”
John said, “Well, I doubt it, but I’ll write her a letter just to be sure�.
So, he sat down and wrote, “Dear Mother, I’m not saying you ‘did’ take a gravy
ladle from my house, and I’m not saying you ‘did not’ take a gravy ladle. But,
the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for
dinner.”
Several days later, John received a letter from his mother which
read: “Dear Son, I’m not saying that you ‘do’ sleep with Julie, and I’m not
saying that you ‘do not’ sleep with Julie. But, the fact remains that if she was
sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now.
Love, Mom.
Lesson of the day: Don’t lie to your mother.
