An immigrant mother finally got her Visa to visit her adult son in America.
It’s been years since they’ve seen each other, and after he joyfully picks her up at the airport, he brings her to his home, where his two children are playing.
“Oh,” the mother says.
“One child is black… and the other is red-haired.” She paused.
“They must be adopted… I thought you said Tina was pregnant a while back..?”
The son laughed.
“Oh, no, mom, they’re definitely our kids. Both of ours.”
“They are? How are you, uh…” she paused again, unable to believe her son wasn’t getting it.
“How are you sure they’re yours?”
“Simple,” the son said.
“Tina and I procreated. When the baby came out red-haired, she said that she used to sit by the window and watch red-haired construction workers across the street, and that’s why the baby turned out red-haired.”
” A year later, when she got pregnant, she was sitting by the window and saw a black mailman delivering mail across the street, so naturally, the kid came out black.”
The mother nodded her head.
“Yes, I see now. When I had just gotten married, living on the farm with your father, I used to sit by the window and watch a jackas$s roam about the farm.”
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