A teacher asks a student:
“What kind of woman would you like to be with when you’re all grown up?”
“A woman like the moon!” Answers the kid.
“That’s beautiful,” breathes the teacher, “what a choice! Because you’d like her to be beautiful and radiant like the moon?”
“No, I’d like her to appear at night and disappear come morning!”
After bob died, everyone gathered at his funeral. Then the minister started to speak: “He was a model husband, a decent man, a terrific father..”
The widow then makes a motion for her son to come to her.
“What is it mother?” he whisper.
“Dear, go check the casket, I think we’re at the wrong funeral…”