A pretty teacher was concerned with one of her eleven-year-old students. Taking him aside after class one day, she asked, "Little Johnny, why has your school work been so poor lately?" "I'm in love, " the boy replied. Holding back an urge to smile, she asked, "With whom?" "With you, " he said. "But Johnny, " she said gently, "don't you see how silly that is? It's true that I would like a husband of my own someday. But I don't want a child." "Oh, don't worry, " the boy said reassuringly, "I'll use a rubber.

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