The Psychic and the Grandmother’s Surprising Response
A woman eager to contact her late grandmother decided to visit the local psychic. As the psychic began her ritual, her eyes fluttered, her voice wavered, and her hands rose mysteriously above the table. She began to moan as if channeling another world.
Then, a voice broke through the eerie atmosphere, “Granddaughter? Are you there?”
The woman gasped, leaning forward. “Grandmother? Is that you?”
“Yes, granddaughter, it’s me!” the voice responded.
The woman, still in disbelief, asked, “It’s really, really you, grandmother?”
“Yes, granddaughter, it’s really me!”
The woman hesitated, still unsure, “You’re sure it’s you, grandmother?”
“Yes, granddaughter, I’m sure it’s me!” came the reassuring reply.
After a long pause, the woman asked with a confused expression, “Grandmother, I have just one question for you!”
“Anything, my child!” the voice said warmly.
The woman furrowed her brow and asked, “Grandmother, you’re Italian! When did you learn to speak English?”
Grandma and Her ‘Boyfriend’ – A Funny Mix-Up
One afternoon, a 5-year-old girl visited her grandmother and played with her dolls as Grandma dusted the furniture. While playing, the little girl looked up curiously and asked, “Grandma, how come you don’t have a boyfriend?”
Grandma, chuckling, replied, “Sweetheart, my TV is my boyfriend! I can sit in my room all day, watching it. The TV evangelists make me feel so good, and the comedies make me laugh. I’m just so happy with my TV as my boyfriend.”
Grandma turned on the TV, but the picture was terrible. She started fiddling with the knobs and even began hitting the back of the TV in frustration, hoping to fix the problem.
Just then, the doorbell rang. The little girl ran to the door and opened it, finding Grandma’s minister standing there.
“Hello, young lady! Is your grandma home?” he asked.
Without missing a beat, the little girl replied, “Yeah, she’s in the bedroom, bangin’ her boyfriend!”
A Little Girl’s Hilarious Observation About Grandma
One day, a little girl sat quietly, watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She noticed several strands of white hair amidst her mother’s brunette locks. Intrigued, she asked, “Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?”
Her mother smiled and replied, “Well, every time you do something wrong and make me cry or upset, one of my hairs turns white.”
The little girl thought for a moment, then, with wide eyes, asked, “Momma, then how come ALL of grandma’s hairs are white?”
