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It was the first day of Grade Three in a new town for
little Johnnie. As a test, his teacher went around the
room and asked each of the students to count to 50.
Some did very well, counting as high as 30 or 40 with
just a few mistakes. Others couldn't get past 20.
Johnnie however, did extremely well he counted past
50, right up to 100 without any mistakes. He was so
excited that he ran home and told his Dad how well he had
done.
His Dad nodded and told him, "That's because you are
from Arkansas, son."
The next day, in language class, the teacher asked the
students to recite the alphabet. It's Grade Three, so
most could make it half way through without much
trouble. Some made it to S or T, but little Johnnie rattled
off the alphabet perfectly right to the end.
That evening, Johnnie once again bragged to his Dad
about his prowess in his new school. His Dad, knowingly,
explained to him, "That's because you are from
Arkansas, son."
The next day, after Physical Education, the boys were
flexing their muscles. Johnnie noted that, compared to
the other boys in his grade, he seemed a lot more
muscular.
This confused him. That night he told his dad, "Dad,
compared to me they all have small little tiny arms,
but mine are one and one quarter times bigger than
theirs. Is that because I'm from Arkansas?" he asked.
"No, son," explained his Dad,"That's because you're
18."
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