inkjunkie
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A seven-year-old boy is sitting at the dinner table with his parents. Suddenly he announces, "Me and Janie next door are gonna get married!"
"Oh?" says the mother, amused. "And how old is Janie?"
"Six," replies the boy.
"Well," says the father, "what are you going to do for money?"
"I get 5 dollars a week allowance," says the son, "and Janie gets 2. We figured that if we put them together, we'll be okay."
"I see," says the father. "But what are you going to do if you have any children?"
"Well," says the boy, "so far we've been lucky."
"Oh?" says the mother, amused. "And how old is Janie?"
"Six," replies the boy.
"Well," says the father, "what are you going to do for money?"
"I get 5 dollars a week allowance," says the son, "and Janie gets 2. We figured that if we put them together, we'll be okay."
"I see," says the father. "But what are you going to do if you have any children?"
"Well," says the boy, "so far we've been lucky."
