A man…

A man had six children and was very proud of his achievement. He was so proud of himself that he started calling his wife, ‘Mother of Six’, in spite of her objections. One night they went to a party. He decided that it was time to go home, and wanted to find out if his wife is ready to leave as well.go home,

and wanted to find out if his wife is ready to leave as well. He shouted at the top of his voice, “Shall we go home, Mother of Six?” His wife, irritated by her husband’s lack of discretion shouted back, “Anytime you’re ready, Father of Four!”

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