I visited a haunted house today and my friends fled in terror.
I've been to this place for the last 271 years and haven't seen a single ghost.
Inscribed in stone over the great front doors of an old church being restored was: “This is the Gate of Heaven.”
Just below it someone had placed a small cardboard sign which read: “Use Other Entrance.”
The lengthy recital had drawn to a close, ice-cream and cake had been served and the teacher was bidding the students good-bye.
One of the little performers had brought her small brother with her. As he was about leave, the teacher beamingly said, "Well Bobby, did you enjoy the recital?"
"Yes," answered Bobby, "all but the music."
Saying the same thing over and over again but expecting different results is called parenting.