Childish JOW

I have a few mixed jokes this week. The first couple are rather childish – but then most of my jokes are.
I hope you enjoy them.

A little boy came home from his first day at school and asked his mom the dreaded question – “Mom, what is sex?”
I modern woman who believed in open and honest education, she took a deep breath and gave him a through and detailed explanation of that tricky subject.
When she finished the obviously confused boy took out the enrolment form he had brought home from school and asked, “But how am I going to get all that into this little box.”

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Here is a sweet story from Martha.

One day my mother was out, and my dad was in charge of me.
I was maybe 2 1/2 years old. Someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a gift, and it was one of my favorite toys.
Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when I brought him 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!' Mom waited, and sure enough, here I came down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy; and she watched him drink it up.
Then she said, (as only a mother would know), "'Did it ever occur to you that the only place she can reach to get water is the toilet?"
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We all think if BBC as having some wonderful announcers. Okay, they have some great accents but they are not always exactly clear. Here are a few actual quotes from various announcers:

• “Here we are in the Holy Land of Israel – a Mecca for tourists.”

• “In a sense it is a one-man show except there are two men involved, and a third man, the goalie.”

• “You weigh up the pros and cons and try to put them in chronological order.”

• Peter Snow – “In a sense Deng Xiaoping’s death was inevitable, wasn’t it?”
Expert on China – “Yes.”
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Finally, a famous epitaph -

Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was
71.
Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded.
Born and bread in Minnesota, Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half- baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still was a crusty old man and was considered a
positive roll model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, three children: John Dough, Jane Dough and Dosey Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.
The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.
If you'd like, you can pass this on to someone having a crumby day and kneads a lift.