A little girl goes to her mother. She says “Mommy, Mommy, can I have some chocolate?”
“No, you can’t have any chocolate, you’ll spoil your dinner.”
“Awwww…PLEASE?! Please Mommy, can I have some chocolate?”
“No, I told you, you’ll spoil your dinner.”
“Please, Mommy, please? I promise I won’t spoil my dinner. Just a little chocolate, please?!”
“ALL RIGHT ALREADY!!! Fine. You can have some chocolate. It’s in the cabinet above the sink. Go get it yourself.”
“But Mommy, I don’t have any arms.”
The mother wags her finger and says “No arms, no chocolate.”
A young woman has just given birth for the first time. She is lying in her hospital bed when the nurse comes into the room. “Would you like to see your baby?” she asks.
“Oh, yes, yes, take me to him.” So they begin to walk down the hospital corridors. The nurse turns to the woman and says “I’m afraid there’s a…ahh…slight problem with your baby.”
“A problem with my baby? What’s wrong? What’s wrong with my baby?”
“Well…he’s got a slight birth defect. You see…ma’am, your baby doesn’t have any legs.”
“No legs?!” the woman screams, “My baby has no legs? But…I…b…” but then she pulls herself together. “I don’t care,” she says. “He’s my baby, my beautiful baby, and I’ll love him even if he has no legs.”
They continue walking.
“Actually, ma’am,” says the nurse," I haven’t told you the whole story. You see, your baby has no arms either."
“No arms?!” the woman screams. But again she collects herself. “I don’t care. He’s my baby and I love him, even if he has no arms or legs.”
They continue walking.
“Actually,” says the nurse, turning to the woman, “there’s more. You see, ma’am, your baby has no body at all. He’s just a head.”
“WHAT?!” screams the woman, “No body at all?!? But…I…no, I…” She gets herself together. “I don’t care, he’s my baby and I love him. Take me to him.”
As they enter the big room with all the babies in their little beds, the nurse stops and turns to the woman once more, a look of determination on her face. “Ma’am,” she says, “I have to come clean. Your baby…he’s…he’s…he’s just an ear.” And she directs the woman to her son, lying in a bed in the corner, just a little ear set gently and delicately on a pillow. By this time, nothing can shock the woman anymore. She is determined to love this child and bring him up the best she can. She approaches the bed, gently scoops up the little ear in her hand, holds it close to her lips, and begins whispering sweetly to it. “You’re my baby,” she says, “my one and only little baby boy, and I will love you forever and ever, my sweet, sweet, sweet little baby.”
“YOU’LL HAVE TO SPEAK UP, HE’S DEAF.”
This used to be a French joke. Could you tell?