WHAT AM I?
- Miss Jones had been giving her second-grade students a lesson on science. She had explained about magnets and showed how they would pick up nails and other bits of iron. Now it was question time, and she asked, “My name begins with the letter ‘M’ and I pick up things. What am I?” Little Johnny in the front row proudly said, “You’re a mother!”
Don Edwards, a newspaper columnist, writes of the little fellow standing at the bottom of a department store escalator. Intently looking at the handrail, the small boy would not take his eyes away. A salesperson asked, ‘Are you lost?’ – ‘Nope’ came the reply. ‘I’m waiting for my chewing gum to come back.