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The setting:
Family is preparing to go to worship services. Four daughters (ages 8, 8, 8 and
5) are scrambling to get ready on time. Mother calls out "5
minutes!!!" from downstairs.
Daughter #3
(panicked): Daddy, my tights don't feel right. Can you help me find the
right size?
Father:
I don't know anything about tights. They all look the same crumpled up in your
drawer.
D3: But
you know all about sizes and stuff.
Father
(trying to be helpful): What size are you?
D3:
Daaaadddddyyyy!
Father:
Look, I really don't know anything about girls stockings. I don't wear them - (then
adding, in a flash of brilliance) - just like you don't know anything about
underwear with a fly in the front.
Daughter #2
(arriving on the scene): A what?
Father
(oblivious to warning signs): A fly in the front.
D2 & D3
(unison): We don't get it.
Father:
You know how your underwear is flat across, but your jeans have a zipper? Well,
boys... (suddenly senses the magnitude of the tactical blunder) Oh,
never mind. (hastily retreats to master bedroom and closes door)
D3 (through
the door): Oh, now I get it!
Father (also through the door): I'm sure I don't want to know! Go downstairs and tell
your mother you need help.
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