A mother is driving her little girl to her friend’s house for a play date.
“Mummy,” the little girl asks, “how old are you?”
“Honey, you’re not supposed to ask a lady her age,” the mother replies. “It’s not very polite.”
“Oh, okay,” the little girl says. “What color was your hair two years ago?”
“Now really,” the mother says, “these are personal questions and aren’t any of your business.”
Undaunted, the little girl asks, “Why did you and Daddy get a divorce?”
“Honestly! That’s enough questions!” the mother says.
Exasperated, the mother walks away as the two friends begin to play.
“My Mum won’t tell me anything about herself,” the little girl says to her friend.