The pretty teacher was concerned with one of her eleven-year-old students.
Taking him aside after class one day, she asked, George, why has your school
work been so poor lately?

Im in love, the boy replied.

Holding back an urge to smile, she asked, With whom?

With you, he said.

But George, she said gently, dont you see how silly that is? Its
true that I would like a husband of my own someday. But I dont want a child.

Oh, dont worry, the boy said reassuringly, Ill use a rubber.