Riddle me this?Follow

I am my own grandpa!



Many many years ago when I was twenty three,
I married a fine widow as pretty as could be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter
With hair of fiery red.
My father fell in love with her,
And soon the two were wed.

This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother,
For she was my father's wife.
And then things went from bad to worse,
Although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father
Of a bouncing baby boy.

My little baby then became
A brother-in-law to dad.
And so became my uncle,
And that made me very sad.

For if he was my uncle,
Then that also made him brother
To the widow's grown-up daughter
Who, of course, was my stepmother.

My father's wife then had a son,
Who kept them busy, on the run.
And he became my grandson,
For he was my daughter's son.

My wife is now my mother's mother
And it makes me very blue.
Because, although she is my wife,
She's my grandmother too.

If my wife is truly my grandmother,
Then I, by rights, am her grandchild.
And every time I think of it,
It simply drives me wild.

For now it seems I have become
The strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa!

You're all WAAAAAAAAAAY off the mark on this one.

The surgeon wasn't the boy's mother. That's impossible. That would imply that women can be surgeons. We all know that's as ridiculous as women being capable of rational thought. Next thing you know, somebody's going to say that women can walk upright without chanting, "Left, right, left, right," to themselves while collecting their drool in a cup.

The surgeon was the boy's BIOLOGICAL father. You see, the boy was adopted as a baby. However, years later, the now successful surgeon has hired a private detective to catch up with the son that he adopted so many years ago, a result of a youthful indiscretion that would have kept him out of medical school. The surgeon's rich parents had the baby adopted and then sent the mother to Sicily, where she was murdered by an evil land baron named Malachi Bodiani.

Anyway, shortly before the accident, the surgeon had received photos of his son. In fact, when he got the emergency call, he was perusing the photos in his office. And that's how, when he got to the operating room, he knew immediately this was the son of the only woman he ever truly loved who died of a shotgun blast to the neck a half a world away.

True story.

His own son. Or his dead brother's son, I suppose would work.

A man lives at the top floor in an appartment and on his way to work he gets the elevater to the ground floor and leaves.

On his way home the man can only go up half way to his appartment and has to walk the rest of the way, but when it is raining he can get the elevator all the way up.

Why is this so?

Edited, Jan 10th 2007 8:03pm by fhrugby

Hmm. He could have been driving with his real father, and his step-dad could be the surgeon.

Also, they could have been a gay couple, the real father killed, and the 'male-widow' being the surgeon. (Only in applicable states.)



I dont know. The elevator is made from dead puppies? (they float)

He's a midget. He can only reach high enough to hit the bottom half of the buttons. When going down, that's not a problem since the ground floor button is at the bottom of the panel of buttons. When going up, he can only hit a floor about halfway up the building and has to take the stairs the rest of the way.

When it's raining, he's got an umbrella and can hit the higher buttons. ;)

heard this riddle so many times, i knew what the answer was by the end of the first line, the doctor is his mother. it shows how the job of a doctor is synonymous with a male doctor.

Riddles aside. Nobbies got a great point.

I'll always remember the way my husband and I were treated one night when we brought our daughter into the emergency room at our local hospital:

It was about 11:00pm at home. Hubby and I had come upstairs to hit the sack. I popped into my daughter's room (she was 3 at the time), just to check on her as I always did before we turned in. I was horrified to find the side of her head covered in dried up blood. A lot of blood.

We wrapped her up, took her into the emergency room. We hadn't a clue what had happened to her. We had a monitor in her room and she hadn't made a peep. The blood was dried and we hadn't tried to wash it off, not knowing what had happened.

The ER staff immediately began questioning us, not only about what happened but about our lack of knowledge about what happened; Where had we been? how could this have happened without our knowledge? etc, etc. It was obvious the call had been made to security, when the security guard nonchalantly strolled into the ER waiting area. We were being treated as suspect child abusers.

When the doc got the blood cleared away, you could see the bleeding mole my daughter had scratched at while she slept. It was a pretty big one on the side of her face. Immediately the attitude toward us changed. Everyone was all smiles and niceness.

I'm not sure, had I been an employee in that ER room that I would have responded differently, but still it felt really 'icky' being treated as child abusers when we were being attentive, responsive parents.

Good lessons.

(the doc removed the mole that night...)

The answer to my riddle is that it is his son.

Sorry, I got caught up at work and couldn't post it yesterday.

On the plus side. . .

No wait

Here's a riddle for you!

As I was going to St. Ives
I met a man with seven wives.
Each wife had seven sacks
Each sack had seven cats.
Each cat and seven kits
kits, cats, sacks, wives
How many were going to St. Ives?

one! YOU!

I don't believe this is true...it doesn't says anywhere that all these people are going to the same place than you...which makes the total...ONE.

Edited, Jan 14th 2007 8:22pm by Ikkian