Post by madworld on May 28, 2009 6:08:25 GMT
A 10-year-old boy asked for a private conversation with his father. Nervously, Dad asked what was on the boy’s mind.
“Well Dad”, the boy said. “I’ve fallen in love, with Emma in my class, and we want to live together. Her room is bigger than miine, so I’m leaving home for the one I love.”
Dad decided to play along, and stroked his chin.
“What will you live on?” he asked.
“Well, I have £8 a week pocket money, and Emma has £7, that’s £60 a month, which should see us through.”
“I see,” said Dad, and what about your laundry, cooking and keeping clean and tidy?”
“We can do all that, Emma’s very good domestically.”
“Mmm,” said Dad, “and what about if children come along?”
The lad showed his crossed fingers and said: “Well, we’ve been lucky so far.”
“Well Dad”, the boy said. “I’ve fallen in love, with Emma in my class, and we want to live together. Her room is bigger than miine, so I’m leaving home for the one I love.”
Dad decided to play along, and stroked his chin.
“What will you live on?” he asked.
“Well, I have £8 a week pocket money, and Emma has £7, that’s £60 a month, which should see us through.”
“I see,” said Dad, and what about your laundry, cooking and keeping clean and tidy?”
“We can do all that, Emma’s very good domestically.”
“Mmm,” said Dad, “and what about if children come along?”
The lad showed his crossed fingers and said: “Well, we’ve been lucky so far.”