Sunday, 19 March, 2006

Why parents have gray hair

"Some kids want to know why the teachers get paid when it's the kids who do all the work."
-Milton Berle

The boss of a big company needed to call one of his employees about an urgent problem with one of the main computers. He dialed the employee's home phone number and was greeted by a child whispering, "Hello?"
Feeling put out at the inconvenience of having to talk to a youngster the boss asked, "Is your Daddy home?"
"Yes", whispered the small voice.
"May I talk with him?" the man asked.
To the surprise of the boss, the small voice whispered, "No."
Wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, "Is your Mommy there?"
"Yes", came the answer.
"May I talk with her?"
Again the small voice whispered, "No."
Knowing that it was not likely that a young child would be left home alone, the boss decided he would just leave a message with the person who should be there watching over the child.
"Is there any one there besides you?" the boss asked the child.
"Yes" whispered the child, "a policeman."
Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee's home, the boss asked, "May I speak with the policeman?"
"No, he's busy," whispered the child.
"Busy doing what?" asked the boss.
"Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the Fireman", came the whispered answer.
Growing very concerned especially as he heard what sounded like a helicopter through the ear piece on the phone the boss asked, "What is that noise?"
"A hello-copper" answered the whispering voice.
"Honey, what is going on at your house?" asked the boss, now alarmed.
In an awed, whispering voice the child answered, "Some men in a hello-copper just landed and are looking around."
Alarmed, concerned, and more than just a little frustrated the boss asked, "What are they looking for?"
Still whispering, the young voice replied along with a muffled giggle: "Me"

1 comment:

The Eternally Confused... said...

Kids! Just when you think they are the most adorable species on the face of this planets, they play the truants...

There are so many of my own trysts with life thanks to the bro of mine. Just to tell one, when he was arnd 2-3 years old and I was of 8 months of age, dad and mom were performing the ganesh chavithi pooja. I was in the *domaterra* on the bed and he was asked to look after me for the pooja time.

He got bored after some time and inspired by the Ramayana he had seen recently, he tucked Dads silk *pancha* in his half pant ala Hanuman and lighted it. Went all around the mosquito net chaning Jai Ram Ji, Jai Lakshman Ji. In no time, the whole thing was up in flames. He realized his folly and with all the strength a 3 year old could muster, took me up and threw me off the bed. And sat down, on the bed [till date, I dint understand y he dint jump off the bed too] waiting for the last minute.

The impact of falling on the grnd made me go baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawling in a loud voice and mom and dad rushed to find the baby on the floor and the elder son – a picture of gloom – on the bed waiting to die. The fire wasn’t that big, dad tells me but mom was like “Ee pooja sangathi devudu erugunu kaani ee roju naa idarru pillallu chachipoyundevarru!” :)

Mom still thinks we are the worst kids in terms of mischief that God could inflict on ANYONE :)))