My Mommy, The Dancer
One day a fourth-grade teacher asked the children in her
class what their mothers did for a living.
All the typical answers came up — teacher, nurse,
businesswoman, saleswoman, doctor, lawyer, and so forth.
However, little Johnny was being uncharacteristically quiet, so
when the teacher gently prodded him about his mother,
He replied, “Well my mother’s an exotic dancer in a club and
takes off all her clothes in front of men, and they put money in
her underwear. Sometimes, if the offer is really good, she will
go home with some guy and stay with him all night for money.”
The teacher, obviously shaken by this bold statement,
hurriedly set the other children to work on some exercises
and then took little Johnny aside to quietly ask him, “Is that
really true about your mother, dear?”
Nope,” the boy said, “She works for the Democratic National
Committee and is helping to get Hillary Clinton to be the next
President, but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of
the other kids.”
One day a fourth-grade teacher asked the children in her
class what their mothers did for a living.
All the typical answers came up — teacher, nurse,
businesswoman, saleswoman, doctor, lawyer, and so forth.
However, little Johnny was being uncharacteristically quiet, so
when the teacher gently prodded him about his mother,
He replied, “Well my mother’s an exotic dancer in a club and
takes off all her clothes in front of men, and they put money in
her underwear. Sometimes, if the offer is really good, she will
go home with some guy and stay with him all night for money.”
The teacher, obviously shaken by this bold statement,
hurriedly set the other children to work on some exercises
and then took little Johnny aside to quietly ask him, “Is that
really true about your mother, dear?”
Nope,” the boy said, “She works for the Democratic National
Committee and is helping to get Hillary Clinton to be the next
President, but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of
the other kids.”
