Kids

A much younger woman had married an older man already with children of his own. For much of Saturday afternoon, one of the kids had been running in and out of the house blowing a whistle, as he pretended to be a policeman directing traffic.

Finally, the new wife had had enough, and told the boy, "Billy, if you don't stop all that noise, I'll blow your damn whistle for ya !"

The husband looked up from his newspaper and muttered, "See ? I've been telling ya that you treat the kids better than you do me."