A man lies on his deathbed,
surrounded by his family--a
weeping wife and four
children. Three of the
children are tall, good
looking and athletic but the
fourth and youngest is an
ugly runt.
"Darling wife," the husband
whispers, "assure me that the
youngest child really is
mine. I want to know the
truth before I die, I will
forgive you if..."
The wife gently interrupts
him. "Yes, my dearest,
absolutely no question, I
swear on my mother's grave
that you are his father."
The man then dies, happy.
The wife mutters under her
breath, "Thank God he didn't
ask about the other three."
surrounded by his family--a
weeping wife and four
children. Three of the
children are tall, good
looking and athletic but the
fourth and youngest is an
ugly runt.
"Darling wife," the husband
whispers, "assure me that the
youngest child really is
mine. I want to know the
truth before I die, I will
forgive you if..."
The wife gently interrupts
him. "Yes, my dearest,
absolutely no question, I
swear on my mother's grave
that you are his father."
The man then dies, happy.
The wife mutters under her
breath, "Thank God he didn't
ask about the other three."
