First-grade teacher, Ms Brooks, was having trouble with one of her more precocious students. The teacher asked, ‘Harry, what exactly is your problem?’
Harry answered, ‘I’m too smart for the 1st grade. My sister is in the 3rd grade and I’m smarter than she is! I think I should be in 1st grade too!’
Ms.Brooks finally had enough. She took Harry to the principal’s office. While Harry waited in the outer office, the teacher explained the situation to the principal. The principal told Ms. Brooks he would give the boy a test. If he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the 1st grade and behave. She agreed.
Harry was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he happily agreed to take the test.
Principal: ‘What is 3 x 3?’
Principal: ‘What is 6 x 6?’
And so it went with every question the principal thought a bright 3rd grader should know.
The principal looks at Ms. Brooks and tells her, ‘Y’know I reckon Harry can go to the 3rd grade’
But Ms. Brooks is still sceptical of the little bugger and says to the principal, ‘Not so fast, let me ask him a few questions..’
The principal and Harry both agree.
Ms. Brooks asks, ‘What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?’
Harry, after a moment: ‘Legs.’
Ms Brooks: ‘What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?’
The principal wondered why would she ask such a question!
Harry replied: ‘Pockets..’ to the Principal’s great relief…..
Ms. Brooks: ‘What does a dog do that a man steps into?’
By now, the principal is sitting forward with his mouth hanging open.
Ms.. Brooks: ‘What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?’
Now the principal’s eyes open really wide and before he could intervene, Harry replied, ‘Bubble gum.’
Ms. Brooks: ‘What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down and a dog does on three legs?’
Harry: ‘Shake hands.’
The principal is now trembling with apprehension as Ms. Brooks asks the last question…
Ms. Brooks: ‘What word starts with an ‘F’ and ends in ‘K’ and indicates a great deal of heat and excitement?’
The principal breaths a huge sigh of relief and tells the teacher, “Put the little bastard in 5th-Grade, I got the last seven questions wrong myself…”