One day a fourth-grade
asked the children what
their fathers did for a living. All the typical
answers came up -- fireman, mechanic, businessman,
salesman, doctor, lawyer, and so forth.
But little LaBeaver was being
uncharacteristically quiet, so when the teacher
prodded him about his father, he replied, "My father's
an exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off all
his clothes in front of other men and they put money
in his underwear."
The teacher, obviously shaken by this
statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on
some exercises and then took little LaBeaver aside to
ask him, "Is that really true about your father?"
"No," the boy said, "He is the
Stuperintendent of the South Skunky School District,
but I was too embarrassed to say that in
front of the other kids."