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 mile
behind his hand.”That’s a serious step,” he said. “Have
you thought it out completely?” “Sure,” 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 lonely in the night.” “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, inexasperation,the man 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.”