Two eskimos were chatting. One said, “Where did your mother come from?”
“Alaska.”
“Don’t bother, I’ll ask her myself!”
My youngest son asked me how old I was.
I answered, "39 and holding."
He thought for a moment and then asked, "But how old would you be if you let go?"
"Oh, I'm so happy to see you," the little boy said to his grandmother on his dad's side. "Now maybe mom will do the trick she has been promising us."
The grandmother was curious. "What trick is that?" she asked.
"I heard her tell daddy," the little boy answered, "that she would climb the walls if you came to visit us again.
Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family...
... in another city!