A new teacher was getting to know the kids by asking them their names and what their father did for a living.
The first little girl said my name is Mary and my Dad is a postman.
The next child said my name Andy and my Dad is a mechanic.
And so on it went.
Until one little boy said my name is Johnny and my father is a dancer in a ladies bar.
The teacher gasped and quickly changed the subject.
Later the teacher approached Johnny privately and asked is your Dad really a dancer in a ladies bar?
Little Johnny blushed and said no. He's really a bank manager. I am just too embarrassed to tell anyone.
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