LAUGHTER’S THE BEST MEDICINE

MUD PIES
A man pleaded with the psychiatrist, "You've got to help me. It's my son."
"What's the matter?"
"He's always eating mud pies.
I get up in the morning and there he is in the backyard eating mud pies.
I come home for lunch and he's eating mud pies.
I come home for dinner and there he is in the backyard eating mud pies."
The shrink reassured him, "Give the kid a chance.
It's all part of growing up. It'll pass."

"Well, I don't like it, and neither does his wife."