A baby was born so advanced in
development he could talk. He looked around the delivery room and saw the
doctor. "Are you my doctor?" he asked. "Why, yes, I am," said the doctor.
The baby said, "Thank you for
taking such good care of me during the birth."
He looked at his mother and
asked, "Are you my mother?" "Yes, dear, I am," said the mother, beaming. "Thank
you for taking such good care of me before I was born," he said.
He then looked at his father and asked, "Are you my father?" "Yes, I am," his
father proudly answered. The baby motioned him closer, then poked him repeatedly
on the forehead with his index finger. "Hurts, doesn't it!?"