"Sister Ann, aren't you putting on a little weight?" inquired
Father Dan during his visit to the convent, suspiciously eyeing her
"Why, no Father," answered the nun demurely, "It's just a little
A few months later Father Dan put the same question to the nun
noticing her habit barely fit across her belly. "Oh, just a bit of
gas," said Sister Ann, blushing a bit.
On his next visit Father Dan was walking down the corridor when he
passed Sister Ann wheeling a baby carriage. Looking in, the priest
observed, "Cute little Fart!"