I have always tried to be open and honest with my children whenever they came to me with questions, but six-year-old Peter caught me off guard one evening when he bounced in at dinner time and asked, "Mom, when you get married, does that make you pregnant?" "No," I answered, "Getting married is not what makes you pregnant." "Well," he persisted, "how do you get pregnant then?" Not wishing to get into such a serious discourse just before dinner, I answered, "Peter, it's a sort of a long story." Within an impish look on his little face, he cocked his head and replied, "You don't know, do you?"
When Tom Howard was seventeen years old he was as tall as his father, so he began to borrow Mr. Howard's clothes when he wanted to go out with his friends in the evening. Mr. Howard did not like this, and he always got very angry when he found his son wearing any of his things. One evening when Tom came downstairs to go out, his father stopped him in the hall. He looked at Tom's clothes very carefully. Then he said angrily, "Isn't that one of my ties, Tom?" "Yes, Father, it is," answered Tom. "And that shirt's mine too." "Yes, that's yours too," answered Tom. "And you're wearing my belt!" said Mr. Howard. "Yes, I am, Father," answered Tom. "You don't want your trousers to fall down, do you?"
4-4=? One day, the teacher inquired Peter: "How much is four minus four?" Peter was tongue-tied. the teacher got angry and said: "What a fool! You see, if I put four coins in your pocket, but there is a hole in your pocket and all of them leak out, now what is left in your pocket?" "The hole," replied Peter.