The pretty young schoolteacher was concerned about one of her eleven year old students.
Taking him aside after class one day, she asked, “Victor, why has your schoolwork been so poor lately?”
“I can’t concentrate,” replied the boy. “I’ve fallen in love.”
“Is that so?” said the teacher, holding back an urge to smile.”And with whom?”
“With you,” he answered.
“But Victor,” exclaimed the secretly pleased young lady, “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,” said Victor reassuringly. “I’ll be careful.”