Gina Heslop
Once upon a time, a family of four gathered around the dinner table: a mom, a dad, and their son and daughter. Curiosity sparked in the young boy as he asked his father, “Dad, how many kinds of breasts are there?” The father, taken aback by the unexpected question, composed himself and replied, “Well, son, there are three kinds of breasts. In her twenties, a woman’s breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her thirties to forties, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After fifty, they are like onions.”
The son was puzzled, exclaiming, “Onions?” Seeking clarification, the father explained, “Yes, you see them and they make you cry.” The son’s innocent inquiry had led to an unexpected twist in the conversation.
Not one to be outdone, the daughter seized the opportunity to playfully challenge her mother. With a mischievous grin, she asked about the different types of “willies” out there. Amused, the mother decided to respond with a touch of revenge.
Chuckling, the mother replied, “Well, dear, a man goes through three phases. In his twenties, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties, it is a birch, flexible but reliable. And after fifty, it is like a Christmas tree.”
Perplexed, the daughter sought a further explanation, “A Christmas tree?” With a twinkle in her eye, the mother added the punchline, “Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only.”
The father, taken aback by his wife’s clever response, stood in silence, realizing that his attempt to tease her had backfired. The family shared a lighthearted moment, appreciating the humorous revenge the mother had taken.
And so, with laughter and a sense of camaraderie, the dinner table became a place where jokes and wit brought joy and entertainment to this close-knit family.
