Stepping from my kitchen into the garage, I accidentally locked myself out of the house. When I tried to persuade my 18-month-old son，Taylor, to open the door, none of my tactics worked. Finally，I walked around the house to check for an open window. To my amazement，I found the front door open and Taylor standing there with a salesman.
"I've been locked out for 20 minutes,"I said. "How did you get him to open the door?"
Looking puzzled，the man replied，“I rang the doorbell."
A man dirning with a friend explained the peculiarities of the restaurant they were in:"The waiters never admit they don't have something. They'll take your order. for a slice of sun and too away as if they mean to get it...then they'll come back and say they just ran out.”
To prove his point，he said to the waiter,“The dinosaur，please.”
“Yes，sir，“answered the waiter.”And how would you like it cooked?"
The waiter left and returned quickly.“I'm sorry, sir，but we've just run out of a dinosaur.”
" What?" said the diner with feigned disappointment."No dinosaur?"
The waiter lowered his voice. "Well，we do have some left，“he whispered confidentially,"...but it's not very fresh and I won't serve it!”
It was sunny and warm when our neighbor, Danny，left home for his first day of school. He was the proud if reluctaut possessor of a new sport coat and tie，since his school had a dress requirement.
At dismissal time，it was hot out. I could see Danny's mom watching from her front door to catch a glimpse of her handsome young man getting off the school bus. Finally，he appeared- tie undone，lunch box in hand，no coat in sight.
His mother yelled，"Danny，where's your jacket?"
“It's okay，Mom，"he hollered. "It's in my lunch box.”