Mistress Kristi
01-30-2005, 10:57 AM
A man was driving a long with his three daughters in the back seat. After driving for a while the first daughter pipes up:
"Daddy, why did you name me Rose?"
And the father replied:
"Well sweetheart, it is a wonderful story. When you were born your mother and I looked at you and thought you were the most beautiful thing we had ever seen when, suddenly a single rose petal drifted down from heaven and landed on your forehead. That's when we knew your name was Rose."
The daughter, pleased with the story sat back smiling. A few miles later the second daughter piped up:
"Daddy, why did you name me Daisy?"
And the father replied:
"Well sweetheart, that too is a wonderful story. When you were born your mother and I looked at you and thought you too were the most beautiful thing we had ever seen, when suddenly a single daisy petall drifted down from heaven and landed on your forehead. That's when we knew your name was Daisy."
The second daughter was also pleased with that story and leaned back, content. A few miles later the third daughter piped up:
"Daaah, wee naahhm bokk?"
And the father turned around and said:
"What was that cinder block?"
"Daddy, why did you name me Rose?"
And the father replied:
"Well sweetheart, it is a wonderful story. When you were born your mother and I looked at you and thought you were the most beautiful thing we had ever seen when, suddenly a single rose petal drifted down from heaven and landed on your forehead. That's when we knew your name was Rose."
The daughter, pleased with the story sat back smiling. A few miles later the second daughter piped up:
"Daddy, why did you name me Daisy?"
And the father replied:
"Well sweetheart, that too is a wonderful story. When you were born your mother and I looked at you and thought you too were the most beautiful thing we had ever seen, when suddenly a single daisy petall drifted down from heaven and landed on your forehead. That's when we knew your name was Daisy."
The second daughter was also pleased with that story and leaned back, content. A few miles later the third daughter piped up:
"Daaah, wee naahhm bokk?"
And the father turned around and said:
"What was that cinder block?"