MullaNasrudin was watching the
youngsters put on their horse show. He said to a bystander, "It's terrible
the way they dress today. Just look at that young boy with the cigarette,
sloppy haircut, and tight breeches."
"That is not a boy," said the
other. "It's a girl and she's my daughter."
"Oh, excuse me, Sir," said
the Mulla. "I meant no offence. I didn't know you were her father."
"I AM NOT," said the other.
"I AM HER MOTHER."
