Dave was staring sadly into his beer and sighed heavily.
“What’s up Dave?” asked the bartender. “It’s not like you to be so down in the mouth.”
“It’s my five-year-old son,” the man replied.
“Don’t tell me, he’s in trouble for fighting in school? My boy’s just the same. Forget about it; it happens to boys that age,” said the bartender, sympathetically.
“I only wish it was that,” answered Dave, “but it’s much worse. The little bastard has got our 16-year-old baby sitter pregnant.”
“That’s impossible!” gasped the bartender.
“No it’s not,” said Dave. “The sneak went and stuck a pin in all my condoms.”