“On A Personal Note”

“I met a boy who was very polite,” My daughter said.

“You did?”

“Yes. He said hello, how are you? I told him I was fine and I asked him how he was doing; he said that he was fine. He told me his name then he asked me mine. I told him my name then he asked me my age. I told him 17 and as I was about to ask him his age, he said, okay bye and he walked away real fast.”

“That’s funny,” I said laughing.

“Yes it was. I laughed because I knew he thought I was his age. He looked about 12.”

“You know looking 12 doesn’t really mean that you are 12. He could be your age?” I said.

“Nah. His facial expression after he heard my age showed the disappointment. If he was my age he would have stayed and talk to me.”