One Saturday morning a father said, “Son, I think it’s time we had a talk about the ‘facts of life’.”
The boy bolted out the door and into a nearby park, where he stayed for four hours.
Upon his return home, the father said, “OK, son, we don’t have to have that talk. But can you tell me why you got so upset?”
The boy replied, “Well, Dad, when I was seven, you told me there wasn’t a Santa Claus. When I was eight, you said there really wasn’t an Easter Bunny. And when I was nine you said there was no Tooth Fairy.”
“Now that I’m eleven, if you tell me that grown-ups don’t really have sex, then I’ve got nothing left to live for!”
The boy bolted out the door and into a nearby park, where he stayed for four hours.
Upon his return home, the father said, “OK, son, we don’t have to have that talk. But can you tell me why you got so upset?”
The boy replied, “Well, Dad, when I was seven, you told me there wasn’t a Santa Claus. When I was eight, you said there really wasn’t an Easter Bunny. And when I was nine you said there was no Tooth Fairy.”
“Now that I’m eleven, if you tell me that grown-ups don’t really have sex, then I’ve got nothing left to live for!”
