A distraught mum rushed into the back
yard,
where eight-year-old Tommy was banging on the bottom of an old
upturned tin bath with a poker.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she
demanded.
“I’m just entertaining the baby,” explained Tommy.
“Where is the baby?” asked his Mum.
“Under the bath.”
I see the baby’s nose is running
again,”
said a worried father.
“For goodness sake!” snapped his wife. “Can’t
you think of anything
other than horse racing?”
Mrs Brown: Who was that at the door?
Veronica: A lady with a baby in a buggy.
Mrs Brown: Tell her to push off.
“
Why are babies always gurgling with joy?
Because it’s a nappy time.
A
scoutmaster asked one of his troop what
good deed he had done for the day.
“Well, Skip,” said the scout, “Mum
had only one dose of castor oil
left, so I let my baby brother have
it.”
