Un po di AUTO ironia non guasta mai!!!!

Read on and enjoy a good smile or, might I say, laugh!!!!

Reasons   Not To Mess With Children

 
  A little girl was talking to her teacher   about whales. 
 
 
  The teacher said it   was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though   it was a very large mammal its throat was very small.
 
  The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.
 
  Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it   was physically impossible.
 
  The little girl said, ! ‘When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah’.
 
  The teacher asked, ‘What if Jonah went to hell?’
 
  The little girl replied, ‘Then you ask him’.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children   while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each   child’s work.
 
  As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the   drawing was.
 
  The girl replied, ‘I’m drawing God.’
&nbs p;
 
  The teacher paused and said, ‘But no one knows what God looks like.’
 
  Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied,   ‘They will in a minute.’
 
 
 
 
 
     A Sunday school   teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds.
 
  After explaining the commandment to ‘honour’ thy Father and thy Mother, she   asked, ‘Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and   sisters?’
 
  Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered,   ‘Thou shall not kill.’
 
 
 
 
 
    One day a little girl was sitting and watching   her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her   mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her   brunette head.
 
  She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, ‘Why are some of your hairs   white, Mum?’
 
  Her mother rep! lied, ‘Well, every time that you do something wrong and make   me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white.’
 
  The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said,   ‘Mummy, how come ALL of grandma’s hairs are white?’
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
     The children had all   been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a   copy of the group picture.
 
  ‘Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and   say, ‘There’s Jennifer, she’s a lawyer,’ or ‘That’s Michael, He’s a doctor.’
 
  A small voice at the back of the room rang out, ‘And there’s the teacher,   she’s dead.’
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    A teacher was giving a lesson on the   circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, ‘Now,   class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and   I would turn red in the face.’
 
  ‘Yes,’ the class said.
 
 
  ‘Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the   blood doesn’t run into my feet?’
 
  A little fellow shouted,
 
  ‘Cause your feet ain’t empty.’
 
 
 
 
 
  I LIKE THE NEXT ONE IN PARTICULAR
 
 
     The children were lined up in the cafeteria   of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a   large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple! tray:
 
  ‘Take only ONE . God is watching.’
 
 
  Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a   large pile of chocolate chip cookies.
 
  A child had written a note, ‘Take all you want. God is watching the apples.’
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
     It doesn’t matter how many tijes you read  this to, just remember if it made you laugh, your friends will laugh too..

 

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