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 his hand.
"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!"
