With all the new technology regarding fertility recently,
a 65-year-old friend of mine was able to give birth.
When she was discharged from the hospital and went home, I went to visit.
'May I see the new baby?' I asked.
'Not yet,' she said.
'I'll make coffee and we can visit for a while first.'
Thirty minutes had passed, and I asked,
'May I see the new baby now?'
'No, not yet,' she said.
After another few minutes had elapsed, I asked again,
'May I see the baby now?'
'No, not yet,' replied my friend.
Growing very impatient, I asked,
'Well, when can I see the baby?'
'WHEN HE CRIES!' she told me.
'WHEN HE CRIES?!' I demanded.
'Why do I have to wait until he CRIES?'
'BECAUSE I FORGOT WHERE I PUT HIM!'
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Ha! Did not see that coming!
I also didn't see that one coming. And shudder at the thought of having a baby at 65. Or even if it comes to that considerably younger than that.
That's a joke that gets less funny as I get more ... uh ... what was I talking about, again ...?
Oh my, didn't see that coming. Giving birth at that age makes me groan for lots of reason. Spotted you on a mutual blog friends blog and thought I'd pop in for a visit. It's always fun to meet new bloggers.
GROAN!
Kirk - Me neither. 😲
Sue - Give it a go Sue! 😄
Bill - What? 😜
Sandy - I checked and we are cross-contaminated in 4 spots. 😁
Deb - I rescued that groan from the bottom of spam jail. 😂
Good one!
Thanks, Mike
Kathy - Thanks. 😀
Cloudia - Thanks back. 😄
Even at 65 I don't think I'd forget where I put the baby. Of course by age 65 I had four grandchildren all old enough to not need hourly care, so it was okay to not know exactly where they were every minute.
River - At 76, I've only got one granddaughter. And she is only 8yo. Luckily she's only 10 minutes away and I do spur of the minute sitting quite often.
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