A young boy is home alone when suddenly there’s a knock at the door. The boy opens the door to see a farmer standing in front of him.
“Is your mum or dad home?” asks the farmer.
“No, they went to town,” answers the little boy.
“How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?”
“No, he went with Mum and Dad.”
The farmer stands there for a few minutes, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, mumbling to himself.
The young boy finally says: “I know where all the tools are if you want to borrow one. If that’s not why you’re here, I can give Mum or Dad a message.”
“Well,” the farmer looks extremely uncomfortable, “I need to talk to your dad about your brother, Howard, getting my daughter, Suzy, pregnant.”
The boy tilts his head to the side and thinks about that for a moment before saying: “You’ll have to talk to my Dad about that. I know he charges $50 for our bulls to service other folks’ cows and he charges $15 for our boars to service other folks’ sows. But, I have no idea how much he charges for Howard.”