The father of a six-year old boy came home from a long business trip. He found that his son was riding a brand-new mountain bike. When he asked where he got it from; the boy said: "While you were away, the postman made several visits with roses to our house and he said that he would give me $20 if I took a hike"
The father of the family was ordered to follow a strict diet, which forced the whole family to change its eating habits: not red meat, no fancy foods, mostly fish and vegetables. This was a new experience for Alex, the youngest boy.
One evening the mother served fish and cauliflower for supper. They all started gravely to eat, until the boy, chewing on his fish, found a bone. He pulled it out of his mouth and asked, “Mom, what do I do with this?” “Put it where you’re sure you won’t eat it.” Said his mother. So the boy carefully stuck it into his cauliflower.
A little Indian boy asked his father, the big chief and witch doctor of the tribe, "Papa, why is it that we always have long names, while the white men have shorter names - Bill, Tex or Sam, for example?"
His father replied, "Look, son, our names represent a symbol, a sign, or a poem for our culture not like the white men, who live all together and repeat their names from generation to generation.
Also, it is part of our makeup that in spite of everything, we survive.
For example, your sister's name is Small Romantic
Moon Over The Lake, because on the night she was born, there was a
beautiful moon reflected in the lake. Then there's your brother, Big White Horse of the Prairies, because he was born on a day that the big white horse who gallops over the prairies of the world appeared near our camp and is a symbol of our capacity to live and the life force of our people.
It's very simple and easy to understand.
Do you have any other questions, Little Broken Condom Made in China?
It was that time, during the Sunday morning service, for the children's
sermon. All the children were invited to come forward. One little girl was
wearing a particularly pretty dress and, as she sat down, the pastor
leaned over and said, "That is a very pretty dress. Is it your Easter Dress?"
The little girl replied, directly into the pastor's clip-on microphone, "Yes,
and my Mom says it's a real bitch to iron."