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To Be Six Again
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To Be Six Again………….

 

 

One morning a man noticed his wife looking at herself very intently in the hall mirror.  She seemed to be a little downhearted so in an effort to cheer her up he said to her, “If you could have whatever you wanted, what would you like at this very moment?”

The woman never hesitated….she said “I’d like to be six again!”

 

He looked at her and smiled and said, “I can help you be that…we will start the first thing in the morning.”

 

Early the next morning he arose, made her a big bowl of Lucky Charms, packed a lunch of peanut butter and jelly and made a jug of cherry kool-aid.

Then he put her in the car and drove to Six Flags theme park, where he put her on every ride in the park, including the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Monster Roller Coaster and every other ride imaginable.  Six hours later they staggered out of the park.  Her head was reeling and her stomach was whirling. 

He then took her to McDonalds where he bought her a happy meal, large fries and a chocolate shake.

Then he took her to a movie where he bought her popcorn, a soda pop and her favorite candy.

 

Finally he drove her home, carried her into the house and laid her exhausted body down on the bed.

 

Several hours later, she opened her eyes, still exhausted.

He leaned over her, with a big smile, and said lovingly, “Well dear, how did it feel to be six again?”

She looked at him oddly for a moment and then said, “I meant my dress size you idiot!”

 

The moral of this story is, even when men listen, they still get it wrong!

 

(And, if a woman knew how to explain herself, she would not be disappointed so often)