A Mom is driving her little girl to a friend’s house for a play date. “Mommy,� the little girl asks, “how old are you?� “Honey, you are not supposed to ask a lady her age,� the mother warns. “It is not polite.� “Ok,� the little girl says. “Mommy, how much do you weigh?� “Now really,� the mother says, “these are personal questions, and really none of your business.� Undaunted, the little girl asks, “Mommy, why did you and daddy get a divorce?� “That is enough questions, honestly!� The exasperated mother walks away as the two friends begin to play. “My Mom wouldn’t tell me anything,� the little girl says to her friend. “Well,� said the friend, “all you need to do is look at her drivers license. It is like a report card—it has everything on it.� Later that night, the little girl says to her mother, “I know how old you are. You are 32.� The mother is surprised and asks, “How did you find that out?� “Mommy, I also know that you weigh 140 pounds.� The mother is past surprise and shocked now. “How in heaven’s name did you find that out?� “And,� the little girl says triumphantly, “Mommy, I know why you and daddy got a divorce.� “Oh really?� the mother asks. “And why’s that?� “Because you got an F in sex.�