John invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal his mother couldn't help noticing how beautiful John's room-mate was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between John and his room-mate and this
only made her more curious. Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between John and the room-mate than met the eye. Reading his mom's thoughts, John volunteered, "I know what you must be
thinking, but I assure you, Julie and I are just room-mates."
About a week later, Julie came to John and said, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the beautiful gravy ladle. You don't suppose she took it, do you?"
John said, "Well, I doubt it, but I'll write her a letter just to be sure."
So, he sat down and wrote, "
ear Mother, I'm not saying you 'did' take a gravy ladle from my house, and I'm not saying you 'did not' take a gravy ladle. But, the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you
were here for dinner."
Several days later, John received a letter from his mother which read: "
ear Son, I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Julie, and I'm not saying that you 'do not' sleep with Julie. But, the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by
now.
Love, Mom.
Lesson of the day: Don't lie to your mother. 
