6-year-old little Johnny was always inquisitive about everything. One day he pointed to Mommy's tits and asked, "Mommy, mommy, what is this?" Mommy was busy and so dismissed him by saying, "They are mommy's balloons." That satisfied him for a while.

Another day he comes and ask, "Mommy, mommy, do your balloons swell up?" Mommy got pestered enough and so said, "Yes, yes, yes, they swell up when mommy works too had and dies , mommy will fly with the balloons to heaven." That satisfied him for a while. Then one day he came and said, "Mommy, mommy, now I understand about them balloons." "What about them ballons?" Mommy asked. "Remember what you said about when you die and the balloons? I understand now." "Yes?" "Well, I went downstair to the basement. Daddy was on top of the maid, helping to blow-up her balloons, and she was saying, 'Jesus, Jesus, I'm coming, I'm coming!".