A man takes his son tiger hunting. They’re creeping through the weeds and the man says, “Son, this hunt marks your passage into manhood. Do you have any questions? And the boy says, “Yes, if the tiger kills you, how do I get home?”
“May I go swimming, Mommy?”
“No, you may not. There are sharks here.”
“But Daddy’s swimming.”
“He’s insured.”
My bother is a professional boxer.”
“Heavyweight?”
“No, featherweight. He tickles his opponents to death.”
“Hey, you!” yelled the ranger to the small child. “Can’t you read that sign?
No fishing in this river.”
“I’m not fishing,” came the perky reply. “I’m teaching my worm how to swim!”