“Why is it that three of our four children have black hair but little Jim is a blond? Whose child is Jim?”
“I can‘t tell you the truth,” said his wife after a long pause. “it would hurt you too much.”
“Oh, don‘t be ridiculous,” he insisted. “I don‘t mind who the father is. I‘m just curious.”
The wife ffinally confessed. “Well, if you really want to know, Jim is your child.”
Life is cruel to men. When they are born, their mothers get the compliments and flowers. When they are married, their brides get the presents and publicity. And when they die, their wives get the insurance.