A little girl came skipping home from school one afternoon, bursting with pride.
“Mommy, Mommy!” she yelled as she ran through the front door. “We were practicing counting in class today, and all the other kids could only count to four. But I counted all the way to ten! Listen: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!”
“Very good, sweetheart,” her mother said with a smile.
The girl beamed. “Is it because I’m blonde, Mommy?”
The mother chuckled and patted her head. “Yes, honey, it’s because you’re blonde.”
The next day, the girl came skipping home from school even happier than before.
“Mommy, Mommy!” she cheered. “We were reciting the alphabet today. All the other kids could only say it up to the letter D, but I went all the way to G! Look: A, B, C, D, E, F, G!”
“Wow, that is wonderful,” said her mother.
The girl grinned proudly. “Is it because I’m blonde, Mommy?”
“Yes, honey,” the mother replied patiently. “It’s because you’re blonde.”
The following afternoon, the girl practically exploded through the front door.
“Mommy, Mommy!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. “We were in gym class today, and when we were changing in the showers, I noticed something. All the other girls have completely flat chests, but I have these!”
With that, she proudly lifted her tank top to reveal a perfectly developed pair of 36C breasts.
The mother’s jaw dropped in absolute embarrassment. She covered her face with her hands, took a deep breath, and sighed heavily.
The girl giggled and asked, “Is it because I’m blonde, mommy?”
The mother shook her head and muttered:
“No, honey… it’s because you are 25 years old.”
