Dave was staring sadly into his beer and sighed heavily.
“What’s up Dave?” asked the bartender…It’s not like you to be so down in the mouth.”
“It’s my four-year-old son…” the man replied.
“Don’t tell me, he’s in trouble for fighting in school? – my lad’s just the same – forget about it; it happens to boys that age,” said the bartender, sympathetically.
“ I only wish it was that,” continued the customer,
“ but it’s far worse than that. The little bastard has got our gorgeous 18-year-old next-door neighbour pregnant.”
“Getaway, that’s impossible!” gasped the bartender
“It’s not,” said the man.