An Alabama farmer got in his pickup and drove several miles to a
neighboring farm and knocked on the farmhouse door.  A young
boy, about 12, opened the door.

"Is yer Pa home?" the farmer asked.

"No sir, he sure ain't," the boy replied. "He went to town."

"Well," said the farmer. "Is yer Ma home?"

"No, she ain't here neither. She went to town with Pa."

"Well then, how about yer brother, Al, is he here?"

"No sir, he went with Pa and Ma."

The farmer stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the
other, and mumbling to himself.

"Is there anything I kin do fer ya?" inquired the young boy politely. "I
know where all the tools are, if you want to borry one; or maybe I could
take a messaage fer Pa."

"Well," said the farmer uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to yer
Pa. It's about your brother Al getting my daughter, Pearly Mae,
pregnant."

The boy considered for a moment "Yep, you would have to talk to Pa about
that," he finally conceded.  "I know that Pa charges $50 for the bull
and $25 for the boar hog, but I really don't know how much he gets for Al."