“I don’t want to know,” the child said, bursting into tears. “Promise me you won’t tell me.”
Confused, the father asked what was wrong.
The boy sobbed. “When I was six, I got the ‘There’s no Easter Bunny’ speech. At seven, I got the ‘There’s no Tooth Fairy’ speech. When I was eight, you hit me with the ‘There’s no Santa’ speech.”
“If you’re going to tell me that grown-ups don’t really get laid, I’ll have nothing left to live for.”
Thanks to Marty van Horn / The Rag Blog