The six year old asked his grandpa how old he was. Grandpa decided to have some fun and replied, "I really don't know."
The boy said, "Why don't your look in your underwear?"
"Why would I do that?" he replied in wonder.
"Well mine says 4 to 6 and I am six years old."
I should have known better than to take my four-year-old son shopping with me. I spent the entire time in the mall chasing after him. Finally, I’d had it.
"Do you want a stranger to take you?!" I scolded.
Thrilled, he yelled back, "That depends, will HE take me to the zoo?"
A boy with a pea shooter, ran out of ammunition, and discovering a box of laxative pills, tried one in his blow gun. To his great joy, it fit.
There was a boarding house near by, and every Wednesday noon a big pan of custard was placed upon the window sill to cool. From his vantage point in the window of another house, the boy shot all the pills into the custard.
The boy soon found out that he was an expert marksman and the custom of custard on Wednesday quickly passed into history at the boarding house.