„Sister Ann, aren’t you putting on a little weight?“ inquired Father Dan during his visit to the convent, suspiciously eyeing her bulging stomach. „Why, no Father,“ answered the nun demurely, „It’s just a little gas.“ 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!“
