A friend of mine has three boys, the youngest of whom, Gregory, had just started school.
I told my nephew in Florida I couldn't believe he was going back to school. I asked what his mother would do all day now that he was in school.
"Cartwheels," he answered.
Teacher: Little Johnny, how old were you on your last birthday?
Little Johnny: Seven.
Teacher: How old will you be on your next birthday?
Little Johnny: Nine.
Teacher: That's impossible.
Little Johnny: No it isn’t teacher. I’m eight today.