A six-year-old boy went up to the father of the little girl across the street and asked for her hand in marriage.

The father, being modern and well-schooled in handling children, hid his smile behind his hand thinking how cute this was.

"That's a serious step," he said. "Have you thought it out completely?"

"Yes," the young boy answered. "We can spend one week in my room and the next in hers. It's right across the street, so I can run home if I get scared of the dark."

"How about transportation?" the father asked.

"I have my wagon, and we both have our tricycles," the little boy answered.

The boy had an answer to every question the father raised.

Finally, in exasperation, the father asked, "What about babies? When you're married, you're liable to have babies, you know."

"Well she hasn't gotten pregnant yet," the little boy replied.

He didn't think it cute anymore.