Joke of the day for April 24

The autumn I was eight months pregnant with our first child, we moved into a new community. Soon after our arrival, a lady came to the door one day collecting for charity as well as looking for more canvassers. I told her to ask me again next year. A year later the woman returned, but again I was eight months pregnant. With a chuckle, she promised to try another time.

Somehow I missed her the following autumn, and she came instead in February, canvassing for another charity and hoping to get more volunteers. She looked at my bulging form in disbelief and exclaimed, “Every time I come here, you’re pregnant!’

“I know,” I agreed. “Please don’t come any more.”