A first grade teacher was having trouble with one of her students. One day she asked Johnny what his problem was he replied, “I’m too smart for the first grade, my sister is in the third grade and I’m smarter than her too.” The teacher took him to the principal’s office and explained the situation to the principal.
The principal told her that he would give Johnny a test, and if he failed to answer one question he would have to go back to the first grade and be quiet.
The teacher and Johnny both agreed.
The principal smiled and said, “Alright, Johnny. Let’s start with some third-grade questions.”
Principal: “What is 3 x 3?”
Johnny: “9.”
Principal: “What’s the capital of France?”
Johnny: “Paris.”
Principal: “How many continents are there?”
Johnny: “Seven.”
The principal raised an eyebrow, impressed.
He moved on to fourth-grade questions.
Principal: “What’s the square root of 144?”
Johnny: “12.”
Principal: “Who wrote Romeo and Juliet?”
Johnny: “William Shakespeare.”
Principal: “What’s the chemical symbol for water?”
Johnny: “H2O.”
By now, the principal was sweating a little. He glanced at the teacher. She just shrugged helplessly.
So, the principal leaned back and said, “Alright, let me ask you some real tough ones.”
Principal: “What does a cow have four of that I only have two of?”
Johnny: “Legs.”
Principal: Trying to trip him up “What do you find in your pants that I don’t have in mine?”
The teacher’s eyes widened.
Johnny (without missing a beat): “Pockets.”
The teacher sighed in relief. The principal chuckled, but pushed on.
Principal: “What is a verb?”
Johnny: “A verb is a word that shows action, like run, jump, or annoy.”
He grinned and looked directly at his teacher.
The principal stood up, rubbed his temples, and said, “Okay, I’ve heard enough. This boy definitely belongs in the third grade… maybe even higher!”
But then the teacher interrupted.
“Wait,” she said, “I have one more question. Can I ask it?”
The principal nodded.
She looked at Johnny and asked, “What does a man have in his pants that a woman doesn’t?”
Johnny paused, thought for a second, then answered confidently: “Pockets!”
The principal laughed so hard he nearly fell out of his chair.
“Put him in fifth grade. I’m done.”