Rebecca stood up, scuffed her feet and said, “My father is a teacher.”
“Oh, what a great profession, thank you, Rebecca,” said the teacher. “What about your father, David?”
David proudly stood up and announced, “My daddy plays piano for Skinheads.”
The teacher was aghast and promptly changed the subject. Later that day the teacher went to David’s house and rang the bell. David’s father answered the door. The teacher explained what his son had said and asked if there might be some logical explanation.
David’s father said, “If you were an IRS auditor like me would you tell your son the truth?”