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| It was the first day of Grade Two in a new town for Johnny. As a test, his teacher went around the room and asked each of the students to count to 50. Some did well, counting as high as 30 or 40 with just a few mistakes. Others couldn't get past 20. Johnny, however, did extremely well; he counted past 50, right up to 100 without any mistakes. He was so excited that he ran home and told his Dad how well he had done. His Dad nodded and told him, "That's because you are from Alabama, son." The next day, in language class, the teacher asked students to recite the alphabet. It's Grade Two, so most could make it half way through without much trouble. Some made it to S or T, but Johnny rattled off the alphabet quickly and perfectly right to the end. That evening, Johnny once again bragged to his Dad about his prowess in his new school. His Dad, knowingly, explained, "That's because you are from Alabama, son." The next day, during a rest room break, Johnny noted that compared to the other boys in his grade, he seemed rather -er - "well-endowed". This confused him. That night he asked, "Dad, why is mine so much bigger than the other boys? Is that because I'm from Alabama?" "No, son," explained his Dad, "That's because you're 18." |
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