In honor of April Fools Day...

I have a joke for you.

There once was a little boy in first grade who had a ravenous curiosity. He had heard some people staying at a hotel use a certain word and he wanted desperately to know what it meant. So he talked to his teacher during recess. He went over and whispered to her, "I heard a word at the hotel and I want to know what it means." She nodded and leaned over, and he whispered the word in her ear. She screamed, "GO TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE!"

The boy went to the principal's office, and the principal looked down at him and said, "What are you here for, young man?"

"I asked my teacher what a word meant and she got really mad at me."

"I'll have to talk to her about this." said the principal. "What was the word?" The boy whispered the word in his ear and the principal bellowed, "GET OUT OF HERE! YOU ARE EXPELLED FOR LIFE!!!" So the boy went home.

His mother saw him and asked, "Why are you here?" The boy told her the story, and she bit her lip, really angry at the school. "Don't worry, sweetie, we'll see about this. What was the word?"

"You won't get mad at me?"

"Of course not darling. What was it?" The boy told her, and she freaked out. "GET UPSTAIRS TO YOUR ROOM! I'M TELLING YOUR FATHER!"

Later on, the boy's dad came in and asked him what had happened, and after promising not to get mad, he asked what the word was. The boy told him. The dad roared, "YOU ARE NO LONGER FIT TO LIVE IN THIS FAMILY, YOUNG MAN!" He gave the boy a cardboard box and sent him away. Throughout the whole, the boy had no idea what was going on.

The boy was out on the streets wandering around, and a stranger came up to him and said, "Shouldn't you be at home?" The boy told him the story, and the stranger said, "Your parents weren't being fair. What was the word?"

"I can't tell you! You'll get really really mad at me!"

"Aw, no I won't. I know you don't understand it." So the boy told him. "YOU LITTLE...YOU...YOU..." the stranger shrieked, and took away the boy's cardboard box.

The boy wandered down to the city's port, and one of the sailors asked, "Hey, what are you up to? Where are your parents?" The boy told him the story, and the sailor said, "Oh, I'm not going to tell you what I'd like to do to your parents...What was the word?"

"I'm not telling."

"Come on, I won't get mad..."

"Yes you will! Everyone does!"

"Come on, I'm a sailor. I've heard lots of bad language." So the boy told him, and the sailor blew his top. "YOU ARE NO LONGER WORTHY TO LIVE ON THIS CONTINENT!" he howled, and he put the boy on a little boat and pushed him out to sea.

When the boat reached another land a few hours later (hey, suspend your disbelief for me please), the boy met another stranger, who took about half an hour to convince the boy to tell him the word. "Oh, that's not so bad." he said. "Just wait until I get back from getting groceries and I'll tell you what it means."

On his way leaving the supermarket, the stranger was hit by a car. What's the moral of the story?

The moral of the story is:

Look both ways before you cross the street.