The boy came running home from school one day. "Mommy, Mommy, " he yelled, "we were counting today, and all the other kids could only count to four but I counted to 10. See? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!"
"Very good," said his mother.
"Is it because I'm a Packer fan, Mommy?"
"Yes, it's because you're a Packer fan."
The next day the boy came running home from school. "Mommy, Mommy," he yelled, "we were saying the alphabet today, and all the other kids could only say it to D, but I said it to G. See? A, b, c, d, e, f, g!"
"Very good," said his mother.
"Is it because I'm a Packer fan, Mommy?"
"Yes, it's because you're a Packer fan."
The next day the boy came running home from school. "Mommy, Mommy," she yelled, "we were in gym class today, and when we showered, none of the other boys had this, but I did!" And he dropped his pants to expose his pubic hair.
"Very good," said his embarrassed mother.
"Is it because I'm a Packer fan, mommy?"
"No sweetheart, it's because you're 25."