Good Boy!!!

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, Little Johnny" 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.   "He got our 16-year-old baby sitter pregnant."

"That's impossible!" gasped the bartender.

"No, it's not." said Dave. "The little shit stuck a pin in all my condoms."