Little Billy
Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 11:21 am
A grade school teacher was asking students what their parents did
for a living. "Tim, you be first," she said. "What does your mother
do all day?"
Tim stood up and proudly said, "She's a doctor." "That's wonderful.
How about you, Amie?" Amie shyly stood up, scuffed her feet and said, "My father is a
mailman." "Thank you, Amie," said the teacher.
"What about your father, Billy?" Billy proudly stood up and
announced, "My daddy plays piano in a whorehouse." The teacher was
aghast and promptly changed the subject to geography.
Later that day she went to Billy's house and rang the bell. Billy's
father answered the door. The teacher explained what his son had said
and demanded an explanation. Billy's father replied, "Well, I'm
really an attorney. But how do you explain a thing like that to a
seven-year-old child?"
for a living. "Tim, you be first," she said. "What does your mother
do all day?"
Tim stood up and proudly said, "She's a doctor." "That's wonderful.
How about you, Amie?" Amie shyly stood up, scuffed her feet and said, "My father is a
mailman." "Thank you, Amie," said the teacher.
"What about your father, Billy?" Billy proudly stood up and
announced, "My daddy plays piano in a whorehouse." The teacher was
aghast and promptly changed the subject to geography.
Later that day she went to Billy's house and rang the bell. Billy's
father answered the door. The teacher explained what his son had said
and demanded an explanation. Billy's father replied, "Well, I'm
really an attorney. But how do you explain a thing like that to a
seven-year-old child?"