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Here's a joke my Dad sent to me the other day. Having lived with a toddler in the recent past, it struck me as hilarious. My husband? Not so much.

Okay, here is one of the stories my mother used to tell about me when I was just a toddler. (I am the youngest of a large family.) One day my mother was out and my dad was in charge of me and my brother who is four years older than I am. I was maybe a year and a half old and had just recovered from an accident in which my arm had been broken among other injuries. Someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a get-well gift and it was one of my favorite toys.

Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news and my brother was playing nearby in the living room when I brought Daddy a little cup of 'tea' - which was just water. After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, my Mom came home.

My Dad made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of tea, because it was "just the cutest thing!!" My Mom waited, and sure enough, here I came down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy.

She watched him drink it up and then said, "Did it ever occur to you that the only place she can reach to get water is the toilet??"