Mrs. Cantor suspected her husband of playing around with the maid. Having to spend a few days with her sick mother, she told her small son, Harvey, to keep an eye on poppa and the maid.
As soon as she returned she asked: "Harvey, did anything happen?"
"Well," said the boy, "poppa and the maid went into the bedroom and took off their clothes and..."
"Stop! Stop!" shouted Mrs. Cantor. "We will wait until poppa comes home."
Poppa was met at the door by his irate wife, cringing maid and confused son.
"Harvey, tell me what happened with poppa and the maid," stormed Mrs.
Cantor.
"As I told you, ma," said Harvey. "Poppa and the maid went into the bedroom and took off their clothes."
"Yes! Yes! Go on, Harvey!" said Mrs. Cantor impatiently. "What did they do then?"
Replied Harvey: "Why, mother, they did the same thing you and uncle Bernie did when poppa was in Chicago."
As soon as she returned she asked: "Harvey, did anything happen?"
"Well," said the boy, "poppa and the maid went into the bedroom and took off their clothes and..."
"Stop! Stop!" shouted Mrs. Cantor. "We will wait until poppa comes home."
Poppa was met at the door by his irate wife, cringing maid and confused son.
"Harvey, tell me what happened with poppa and the maid," stormed Mrs.
Cantor.
"As I told you, ma," said Harvey. "Poppa and the maid went into the bedroom and took off their clothes."
"Yes! Yes! Go on, Harvey!" said Mrs. Cantor impatiently. "What did they do then?"
Replied Harvey: "Why, mother, they did the same thing you and uncle Bernie did when poppa was in Chicago."