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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? "How about transp
>
> "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!"
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