The Perfect Woman

Before long, he met a farmer who had three stunning daughters — absolutely gorgeous. The man explained his mission to the farmer and asked permission to court one of them.

The farmer said, “Well, they’ve all been hoping to get married. Look ’em over and take your pick.”

So the man dated the first daughter. The next day, the farmer asked how it went.

“Well,” the man said, “she’s wonderful… but she’s just the tiniest bit — and you’d hardly notice — pigeon-toed.”

The farmer nodded and suggested the man try the second daughter.

So he did. The next day, the farmer asked again.

“Well,” the man said, “she’s great too… but she’s just the slightest bit — again, hardly noticeable — cross-eyed.”

The farmer nodded. “Well, give the third girl a chance.”

The man went out with her, and the very next morning he came rushing back, excited.

“She’s perfect!” he said. “Absolutely perfect. She’s the one!”

So they got married right away, and a few months later, the baby was born.

The man rushed down to the nursery — and nearly fainted. The child was… well… not exactly the beautiful baby he expected.

Panicked, he ran to his father-in-law. “How could this happen? With two parents as good-looking as we are?”

The farmer sighed and said, “Well… she was just the teeniest bit — you could hardly tell… already pregnant when you met her.”