Why Parents Get Gray Hair
A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see the bed nicely
made up and everything neat and tidy.
Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the pillow. It was
addressed, "Dad."
With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with
trembling hands:
Dear Dad, It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to
elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with you and
Mom. I've been finding real passion with Joan and she is so nice. I knew
you
would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tattoos, her tight
motorcycle clothes and because she is so much older than I am but it's not
only the passion, Dad, she's pregnant. Joan says that we are going to be
very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood,
enough for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.
Joan has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt
anyone. We'll be growing it and trading it with the other people in the
commune for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll
pray
that science will find a cure for AIDS so Joan can get better; she sure
deserves it! Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take
care of myself. Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to
know your grandchildren.
Your son, Chad
P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just
wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report
card that's in my desk drawer.
I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home.
