“I can’t get anything out of my mom,” the little girl confided in her friend.
The friend offered a suggestion, “Well, you could always look at her driver’s license. It’s like a report card; it has all the answers.”
Later that night, the little girl approached her mother, a mischievous grin on her face.
“I know you’re 32 years old,” she declared.
Taken aback, the mother asked, “How on earth did you figure that out?”

