As Natalie came skipping home from school one day, she called out,  "Mommy, Mommy!  We were counting today, and all the other kids could only count to four, but I counted to ten.  See?  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!"

"Very good,"  said her mother.

"Is it because I'm blonde,  Mommy?"

"Yes, honey,  it's because you're blonde."

The next day, she came skipping home from school again.  "Mommy, Mommy,"  she yelled,  "we were saying the alphabet today, and all the other kids could only say it to D, but I said it to G.  See?  A, B, C, D, E, F, G!"

"Very good,"  said her mother.

"Is it because I'm blonde,  Mommy?"

"Yes, honey,  it's because you're blonde."

Natalie came skipping home from school the following day.  "Mommy, Mommy,"  she yelled,  "we were in gym class today, and when we showered, all the other girls had flat chests,  but I have these!"  And she lifted her tank top to reveal a pair of 36 C's.

"Very good,"  said her embarrassed mother.

"Is it because I'm blonde,  Mommy?"

"No, honey,  it's because you're 25."