Blunt Apples Don't Fall Far From Blunt Trees

Eric and Ava were alone in the car yesterday, and she took the opportunity to pick his brain about something. She wanted to know all the ins and outs of driving a car. One of her questions was, "Who is going to teach me how to drive when I'm old enough?"

Eric said, "Well, who would you like to teach you to drive? Me or Mommy, or maybe Uncle Andrew?"

She replied, "Well, I know it won't be Gramma or Papa, because they'll be dead by then...."


Eric, horrified, tried to convince her that that probably wasn't going to be true. Don't know if she bought it.