An old man, who had lived a long a prosperous life, with
8 beautiful children and a loving and caring wife, is on his
death-bed, with his wife is right by his side. He says to her,
“Honey, I love you and all, but there’s something that’s been
bothering me for awhile. The last child that you had…he
doesn’t look like the rest of the kids. Grant me one last wish
and tell me who the real father was.”
The old woman looks him straight in the eye, and with a
honest tone says, “You.”