One day, the children were in class when the teacher said they were going to talk about careers and what their parents did for a living. A number of hands went up.

“Connie, you go first,” said the teacher.

Connie said, “My daddy’s a doctor, and my mommy stays at home and takes care of my little brother.”

“That’s terrific!”, said the teacher.

“Susan, you’re next. What do your mommy and daddy do for a living?”

Susan replied, “My daddy’s a policeman, and my mommy is a nurse.”

“That’s wonderful,” replied the teacher. “Johnny, you’re next.”

Johnny proudly boasted, “My daddy’s a piano player in a house of ill repute!”

The teacher, horrified at such a statement, quickly changed the subject and moved on to something else.

That evening, the teacher went to Johnny’s house, and was greeted by his father. She related to him the events of the day, including Johnny’s boast of his employment. She asked for an explanation.

“Oh, that’s easy,” replied Johnny’s father, “I’m a lawyer, but how do you explain that to a seven-year old?”