
A blonde girl runs home from school. ‘Mummy, Mummy!’ she yells. ‘We were counting today, and all the other kids could only count to four, but I counted to six. See. One, two, three, four, five, six!’ ‘Very good,’ says her mother. ‘Is it because I’m blonde, Mummy?’ asks the girl. ‘Yes, it’s because you’re blonde,’ replies her mother. The next day, the girl runs home from school. ‘Mummy, Mummy!’ she yells. ‘We were saying the alphabet today, and all the other kids could only say it to D, but I said it to G. See. A, B, C, D, E, F, G!’ ‘That’s very good,’ says her mother. ‘Is it because I’m blonde, Mummy?’ asks the girl. ‘Yes, pumpkin, it’s because you’re blonde,’ replies her mother. Next day the girl runs home from school. ‘Mummy, Mummy!’ she yells. ‘We were in gym class today, and when we showered, all the other girls had flat chests, but I have these!’ With this the blonde girl lifts up her T-shirt to reveal a pair of 38Cs. ‘That’s very good,’ says her mother. ‘Is it because I’m blonde, Mummy?’ asks the girl. ‘No,’ says her mother, ‘it’s because you’re 25.’