An old man was dying and his wife and family were standing around the bed. He had four tall and handsome blond sons and one small dark-haired boy. In the last few moments of life he beckoned to his wife and whispered, "Patsy, my life is over, please tell me the truth. Is that small lad, that little one, is he mine?"
"Oh yes, with my hand on my heart, I swear he is yours."
At that, the man died peacefully with a smile on his face.
"Phew," said the wife to herself, "thank goodness he didn't ask me about the other four." :)
2006-10-30
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