John invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal,
his mother couldn't help noticing how beautiful John's
roommate was. She had long been suspicious of a
relationship between John and his roommate and this only
made her more curious.

Over the course of the evening, while watching the two
interact, she started to wonder if there was more between
John and the roommate than met the eye. Reading his mom's
thoughts, John volunteered, "I know what you must be
thinking, but I assure you, Julie and I are just
roommates."

About a week later, Julie came to John and said, "Ever
since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to
find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose
she took it, do you?"

John said, "Well, I doubt it, but I'll write her a letter
just to be sure."

So he sat down and wrote:

"Dear Mother,

I'm not saying you 'did' take a gravy ladle from my
house, and I'm not saying you 'did not' take a gravy
ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing
ever since you were here for dinner."

Several days later, John received a letter from his
mother which read:

"Dear Son,

I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Julie, and I'm
not saying that you 'do not' sleep with Julie. But the
fact remains that if she was sleeping in her own bed,
she would have found the gravy ladle by now.

Love,

Mom