After sixty years of living together, a couple’s three highly successful children agreed to meet up for a grand Sunday dinner to honor their parents’ massive milestone.
“Happy anniversary, Mom and Dad!” gushed the first son, a wealthy doctor, as he rushed into the restaurant. “I am so sorry I’m late. I had a medical emergency at the hospital, and I completely ran out of time to buy you a proper gift.”
“Not to worry at all, son,” the father smiled gently. “The only thing that matters is that we are all together today.”
A few minutes later, the second son, a top-tier corporate lawyer, hurried to the table. “You two look fantastic! I just flew in between high-profile depositions, so I unfortunately didn’t have a spare second to shop for a present.”
“It’s really nothing,” the father replied graciously. “We are just glad your busy schedule allowed you to come.”
Finally, the daughter, a high-flying executive, arrived breathless. “Happy anniversary! I am so incredibly sorry, but my boss is sending me out of the country tonight. I was so busy packing my bags that I couldn’t pick up a gift for you guys.”
“We understand,” the father said calmly.
They sat down, enjoyed an expensive meal, and finished their desserts. As the waiter cleared the table, the father cleared his throat and looked at his three successful children. “Now, there’s something your mother and I have wanted to tell you for a very long time. You see, when you were young, we were desperately poor, but we sacrificed everything to put all three of you through Ivy League colleges. Through all those decades, your mother and I knew we loved each other deeply… but we just never actually found the time to get officially married.”
The three children gasped in absolute horror, looking at each other before shouting in unison, “WHAT?! You mean to tell us we are actually bastards?!”
The father grinned, took a sip of his wine, and replied:
“Yep. And incredibly cheap ones, too.”
