The Teacher had asked the class to write an essay about an unusual event that happened during the past week.

Little Johnny got up to read his. It began, “My daddy fell in well last week.”

“Good Lord!” the teacher exclaimed. “Is he OK?”

“He must be,” said Little Johnny. “He stopped calling for help yesterday.”

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Little Johnny comes downstairs crying. His mother asked, “What’s the matter now?”

“Dad was hanging pictures, and just hit his thumb with hammer,” said little Johnny through his tears.

“That’s not so serious,” soothed his mother.”

I know you are upset, but a big boy like you shouldn’t cry at something like that.
Why didn’t you just laugh?

“I did!” sobbed Johnny.

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A teacher asked little Johnny if he knows his 1 to 10 well
“Yes! Of course! My pop taught me…even more than 10″
“Good. What comes after three?”
“Four,” answers the boy.
“What comes after six?”
“Seven.”
“Very good,” says the teacher. “Your erm…dad did a good job. Now…so what comes after…lets say ten?”
“A jack”

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Little Johnny’s class were on an outing to their
local police station where they saw pictures of the ten most wanted men,
tacked to a bulletin board.

On the way out of the police station Little Johnny said to the officer,
“it was so nice of you to put my daddy’s picture up there.”

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A new teacher was trying to make use of her psychology courses.

She started her class by saying, “Everyone who thinks you’re stupid, stand up!”

After a few seconds, Little Johnny stood up.

The teacher said, “Do you think you’re stupid, Little Johnny?”

“No, ma’am, but I hate to see you standing there all by yourself!”

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