A third-grade teacher was having a tough time with a boy in her class

A third-grade teacher was having a tough time with a boy in her class.
“Teacher, I should be in the fourth grade! I’m smarter than my sister, and she’s in fourth!” the boy insisted.

The teacher, tired of arguing, took him to the principal. The principal decided to test him with a few fourth-grade questions.

Principal: “What is 3+3?”

Boy: “6.”

Principal: “What is 6+6?”

Boy: “12.”

The boy answered every question correctly. Impressed, the principal told the teacher to move him up to the fourth grade.

But the teacher had her doubts. “Can I ask him some of my questions?” she asked.

The principal agreed.

Teacher: “What does a cow have four of that I only have two?”

Boy: “Legs!”

Teacher: “What is in your pants that I don’t have in mine?”

Boy: “Pockets!”

Teacher: “What starts with ‘C’, ends with ‘T’, is hairy, oval, and contains a sweet liquid?”

Boy: “Coconut!”

The principal shifted in his chair.

Teacher: “What goes in hard and dry, then comes out soft and sticky?”

Boy: “Chewing gum!”

The principal wiped his forehead.

Teacher: “You tie me down to keep me up. What am I?”

Boy: “A tent!”

The principal was getting nervous.

Teacher: “What gets bigger when you pull it, fits neatly between two things, and can save your life?”

Boy: “A seatbelt!”

The principal sighed in relief.

The teacher continued, “What starts with ‘F’ and ends with ‘K’, and if you don’t get it, you might use your hands?”

The principal gasped, but the boy confidently answered, “Fork!”

The principal had enough. “Okay, send this boy straight to college! I got all the answers wrong myself!”

Johnny was caught swearing by his teacher.

Little Johnny was caught swearing by his teacher.
“Johnny,” she said, “you shouldn’t use that language. Where did you hear it?”

“My daddy said it,” he responded.

“Well, that doesn’t matter,” she explained. “You don’t know what it means.”

“I do, too,” Johnny corrected. “It means the car won’t start.”

LOL!!

Little Johnny’s Gift To His Teacher

On the last day of kindergarten, all the children brought gifts to their teacher.
The florist’s son handed the teacher a gift.

She shook it, lifted it, and said, “I bet I know what it is – there are flowers!”

“Correctly!” shouted the little boy.

Then the candy store owner’s daughter handed the teacher a gift.

She held it up, shook it, and said, “I bet I know what it is – it’s a box of candy!”

“That’s right!” shouted the little girl.

The next gift came from the liquor store owner’s son, Little Johnny.

The teacher held it up and saw that it was leaking.

She touched a drop with her finger and tasted it.

“Is it the wine?” she asked.

“No,” replied little Johnny.

The teacher touched another drop to her tongue. “Is it champagne? She asked.

“No,” he replied.

Finally, the teacher said, “I’m giving up. What is it?”

Little Johnny replied, “A puppy!”

LOL!!!

Hope this joke makes you smile! Have a nice day!!

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