Dad I’m pregnant confessed the child

It was a bright Sunday morning and Mr. Smith is reading his morning paper at the front porch when his only child came up to him.

“Dad, I’m pregnant,” confessed the child.

Mr. Smith just looked up, shook his head, and continued reading.

“That’s it? Aren’t you going to say something? Are you mad? Are you happy? Won’t you even congratulate me?” cried the child.

Mr. Smith calmly looked at the child and said, “What is wrong with you, Robert?”