When 6-year-old Johnny and his mum are waiting at the bus stop, she says to him. “I’ll get a ticket for myself and if the driver asks how old you are, tell him you are 5, then I won’t have to pay.”

The bus pulls up, they get on and mum pays for an adult return to the town centre. The driver then asks the boy. “And what is your name, young man?” He proudly replies. “I’m J0hnny.” The driver enquires.

“And how old are you, Johnny?” “I’m only 5 years old.” “And when will you be 6?” “As soon as I get off the bus!”“Hey, Mom,” asked Little Johnny, “can you give me twenty dollars?”

“Certainly not!” answered his mother.“If you do,” Little Johnny went on, “I’ll tell you what dad said to the maid when you were at the beauty shop.”

His mother’s ears perked up and, grabbing her purse, she handed over the money.
“Well? what did he say?” “He said, ‘Hey, Juanita, make sure you wash my socks tomorrow.’”