A farmer in Alberta, drove his pickup over to a neigbhoring ranch and knocked on the door.A boy, about 9 years-old, opened the door.
The farmer said, “Is your dad home.”
“No sir,” said the boy, “he went to town.”
Well, is your mother here?”
“No,” said the boy, “she went with dad.”
“How about your brother Howard?” said the farmer, “is he here?”
“No sir, he went with mom and dad.”
The farmer stood there for a few minutes shifting from one foot to the other, and mumbling to himself.
“Is there anything I can do for you,” the boy said, “I know where all the tools are if you want to borrow something, or I can give dad a message.”
“Well,” said the farmer uncomfortably, “I really wanted to talk to your Dad. It’s about your brother Howard getting my daughter Suzie pregnant.”
The boy thought for a moment, and then said: “You would have to talk to Dad about that. I know he gets $500 for the stud horse, and $200 for the bull, and $50 for the hog, but I don’t know how much he charges for Howard.”
