Do we know each other

“Excuse me,” he says to her, “do we know each other?”

“Sure,” she answers, “one of my children is yours!”

The guy confused, thinks and suddenly remembers the only time he cheated his wife.

So he asks her: “Were you that stripper invited at a bachelor party at the suburbs last spring and we ended up having wild lovemaking in the kitchen? You had manacled my hands and you creamed a carrot in my a…!”

The woman frowned answers: “No, I am your son’s philologist.”