A father is listening to his young daughter say her bedtime prayers.
She says, “God bless Mommy, and God bless Daddy, and God bless Grandma… and goodbye, Grandpa.
The father looks startled. “Why did you say goodbye to Grandpa?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” she says. “I just felt like saying it.”
The next day, Grandpa dr*ps d*ad.
“Well,” the father thinks, “that’s a strange coincidence.”
A month later, he’s listening again as she says her prayers.
“God bless Mommy and Daddy. Goodbye Grandma.”
Sure enough, the next day Grandma p*ss*s *w*y.
Now the father knows this is more than coincidence-but he doesn’t dare tell his wife. After all, Grandma and Grandpa were her parents.
Months go by.
One night, he listens nervously as his daughter begins her prayers:
“God bless Mommy…
She pauses, turns her head, looks straight at him, and says, “.. and goodbye Daddy.”
“What?!” he blurts out. “Are you sure, sweetheart?”
She nods.
The man’s heart starts pounding. He breaks out in a sweat and doesn’t sleep at all that night.
The next day, he goes to work but locks himself in his office. He cancels all meetings, takes the phone off the hook, and waits for the inevitable.
He stays late-past 5 p.m.- because he feels safer there. The hours crawl by. Finally, midnight arrives.
Still alive.
Relieved but completely *xh*usted, he drives home, drenched in sweat and shaken to his c*re.
His wife is waiting for him.
“Where the hell were you all day?!” she demands.
“Don’t yell,” he says. “I’ve had an *bs*lutely m*ser*ble day.”
She replies, “You had a m*ser*ble day? I am the one who had a
m*ser*ble day! First, the milkman dropped d*ad on the front steps…”
