* Humor!

A king walked into a bar.
The bartender asked the king, “Why so glum, your highness?”

The king replied, “I have a problem. There is no heir to the throne. You see, the law states that my eldest son shall inherit the crown, but I only have two daughters, ages twelve and fourteen. I did have a son but…”

A teardrop rolled down the king’s cheek.

“My son suffered from a terrible affliction. And then tragedy struck, and now I no longer have a son.”

The bartender said, “I’m so sorry to hear that, your highness. It’s so tragic when a child dies.”

The king gave a confused look. “What are you talking about?” he said. “My son didn’t die. He had a surgery and became my daughter!”