Getting Married

A five-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 very serious step son,' he said. 'Have you thought it out completely?'

'Yes, dad we have' his young son answered. 'We can spend one week in my room and the next week in her room. It's right across the street, so I can run home if I get scared of the dark.'

'How about transportation. you'll have to get to school?' the father asked.

'I have my wagon, and we both have our tricycles,' the little boy answered.

'What will you do for money and food?' the father asked.

The little one had thought it out and replied, 'Well you give me a quarter a week and I get another quarter when I'm six and she gets 50 cents a week now and we can eat at both of our houses so I think we'll be alright'

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 thought about that, too,' the little boy replied. 'We're not going to have any babies! Every time she lays an egg, I'm going to step on it!'