He Was Embarrassed When His Daughter Told Him What She Learned At School. This Is Priceless.

Fun & Humour

A hamburger is just the greatest thing to eat. I just love the stuffing between the buns. Ahha! Now I would know if you are a normal well-adjusted person, or someone who would need medication. If, assuming that the thought of what is between the buns conjures up images one would imagine at a triple X movie, then you are perfectly – aaaah – Normal. Congratulations! If, on the other hand, you thought of a meat cutlet with onion rings, you most certainly need medication and counselling and a lot of it.
Funny, how the human mind is so preoccupied with the ‘dirty’ aspects of things especially those of males. “Unfortunately”, is the word, I am sure is how all the men would respond. Well that is evolution. The men imagine and sweat, while the ladies stay cool and enjoy all the attention. Just proves that of the two, it is the females who are a step higher on the evolutionary ladder. In this story too, we have a guy who has managed to find the dirty aspect of what his innocent little daughter is saying about her day in school. Go ahead and enjoy reading.

“What did you do today?” I asked. She couldn’t wait to tell me.

“We learned that boys are different from girls,” she chirped.

Looking into the rear view mirror, I could just see the top of her head.

“My teacher told us that boys have a thing the girls don’t,” she added.

“Well, yes they do,” I said cautiously.

I couldn’t think of anything else to say, so we were quiet for a moment. Then she piped up again. “That’s how girls know that boys are boys,” she said. “They see that thing that hangs down and they know that he is a boy.”

I mentally calculated the distance home. Our five-minute commute already felt like an hour.

“Did you know that when the boys see a girl they puff up?”

My palms were beginning to sweat. “Um…well…”

I was still searching for something new to say, to change the subject, when she asked, “Why do the girls like the boys to have those things?”

Well, I didn’t know what to say. I mean, what woman hasn’t asked herself that question at least once?

“Oh, well, . . . um,” I stammered.

She didn’t wait for my answer. She had her own. “It’s cause it moves when they walk and then the girls see that and that’s when they know they are boys and that’s when they like them. Then the boy sees the girl and he puffs up, and then the girl knows he likes her, too. And then they get married. And then they get cooked.”

That last part confused me a bit, but on the whole I thought she had a pretty good grasp on things.

As soon as we got home and I pulled into the garage, she hopped out of the car, fishing something out of her school bag.

“I drew a picture of what I learned,” she said. “Do you want to see?”

I wasn’t sure I did, but I looked at it anyway. I had to sit down.

There, all puffed up, so to speak, looking mighty attractive for the ladies, was a crayon drawing of a great big male Turkey! His snood, the red thing that hangs down over his beak, the thing that female turkeys find so irresistible, was magnificent. His tail feathers were standing tall and proud.

She was a little offended that I laughed so hard at her drawing, and I laughed until I cried. But when I told her I loved it – and I did – she got over her pique.

That was the end of that, for her anyway. But I’m not so lucky.

Every year I remember that conversation. And to be honest, I haven’t looked at a turkey, or a man, quite the same way since.


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