A seven-year-old boy is sitting at the dinner table with his parents. Suddenly he announces, "Me and Janie is getting married."
"Oh?" says the mother. "And how old is Janie?"
"Five," replies the boy.
"And where will you live?" asks the mother.
"Well," says the boy, "Janie's room is bigger than my room, so we'll live in her room."
"How about expenses?" asks the father. "What are you going to do for money?"
"I get a dollar a week in allowance," says the lad, "and Janie gets seventy five cents. If we put them together we´ll be okay."
"I see," says the father. "But what are you going to do if you have children?"
"Well," says the boy, "we've been lucky so far."
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