Hunter was 5-years-old and was staying with his grandfather for a few days. He was playing outside with the other kids when he came into the house and asked, “Grandpa, what’s it called when two people sleep in the same bedroom and one is on top of the other?”
His Grandpa was a little uncomfortable with the question, but he decided honesty was the best policy. “Well, Hunter, that’s called sexual intercourse.”
“Oh,” Little Hunter said, “OK,” and went back outside to play with the other kids.
A few minutes later he came back in and said, “Grandpa, it isn’t called sexual intercourse. It’s called bunk beds. And Jimmy’s mom wants to talk to you.”
We’ve probably had this before:
“Nice threads, man,” commented Donald when his buddy showed up one day in a snappy new suit. “Where’d you pick ’em up?”
Richard beamed. “My wife got them for me. Pretty sharp, huh?”
“I’ll say. What was the occasion?”
“Got me,” admitted Richard with a cheerful shrug. “I came home from work early the other day and there they were, hanging over the chair in the bedroom.”
I was the substitute teacher for a second-grade math class that was learning about groups. In one exercise, pupils were asked to label a group of items according to their common characteristics.
Pictured were onion rings, doughnuts, a Bundt cake, and ring cookies. The correct answer would have been that all the items have holes in the center.
But one health-conscious boy’s response was, “All of those things contain way too much cholesterol.”