TOO SWEET FOR WORDS!!!
A six-year-old boy told his
father he wanted to marry the little girl across the street. The father, being
modern and well-schooled in handling children, hid his smile
behind.
'That's a serious step,' he said. 'Have you thought it out
completely?'
'Yes,' his young son answered. 'We can spend one week in my
room and the next in hers. It's right across the street, so I can run home if I
get scared of the dark.'
'How about transportation? ' the father
asked.
'I have my wagon, and we both have our tricycles,' the little boy
answered. The boy had an answer to every question the father
raised.
Finally, in exasperation, his dad asked, 'What about babies? When
you're
married, you're liable to have babies, you know.'
'We've
thought about that, too,' the little boy replied. 'We're not going to have
babies. Every time she lays an egg, I'm going to step on it!'
A six-year-old boy told his
father he wanted to marry the little girl across the street. The father, being
modern and well-schooled in handling children, hid his smile
behind.
'That's a serious step,' he said. 'Have you thought it out
completely?'
'Yes,' his young son answered. 'We can spend one week in my
room and the next in hers. It's right across the street, so I can run home if I
get scared of the dark.'
'How about transportation? ' the father
asked.
'I have my wagon, and we both have our tricycles,' the little boy
answered. The boy had an answer to every question the father
raised.
Finally, in exasperation, his dad asked, 'What about babies? When
you're
married, you're liable to have babies, you know.'
'We've
thought about that, too,' the little boy replied. 'We're not going to have
babies. Every time she lays an egg, I'm going to step on it!'