The wife went out one Saturday night, leaving the husband home to mind their little boy. On Sunday morning, while giving the boy his breakfast, she questioned him: “Did Daddy look after you alright last night?”
“Daddy put me to bed,” said the son, “but I couldn’t sleep so I got up and opened the door and I saw Daddy go into the maid’s room and shut the door. So I went and looked through the keyhole…”
“Don’t say any more,” said the mother grimly.
“Daddy’s coming down now. I want you to tell me all over again in front of Daddy.”
The husband came in and the wife said: “Now, son, tell me how Daddy looked after you last night.”
So the little boy started again.
“Daddy put me to bed, but I couldn’t sleep so I got up and opened the door and I saw Daddy go into the maid’s room and then Daddy got into bed with the maid.”
“And what were Daddy and the maid doing?” inquired the wife sweetly, casting a venomous look at her husband.
“The same thing you were doing with Uncle Charlie last Friday night when Daddy was out,” replied the little boy.
