We took the family to one of those restaurants where the walls are plastered with movie memorabilia. I went off to see the hostess about reserving a table. 

When I returned, I found my 11-year-old daughter staring at a poster of Superman, standing in a phone booth. She looked puzzled. 

“She doesn’t know who Superman is?” I whispered to my husband. 

“Worse,” he replied. “She doesn’t know what a phone booth is.” 

One Liner
After the Sunday school teacher told the story of the Prodigal Son to the class, she asked, “Was anyone sorry when the Prodigal Son returned?” 

One boy answered, “The fatted calf.”