Little Johnny walks into the kitchen where his Mom is fixing dinner.
“Mom, I got a splinter in my finger. Can I have a glass of cider?” asks Little Johnny.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to pull it out?”
“No thanks, just the cider.”
“Well, sure,” responds Johnny’s mother and gives her boy the cider and watches him trot contentedly off.
About 15 minutes later Little Johnny returns to the kitchen and again asks his mother for a glass of cider. His mother, not wanting to question his reasoning, gives him another glass and again watches him leave happy.
Ten minutes later Little Johnny returns and once again asks for a glass of cider.
The mother complies with Johnny’s wishes again, but her curiosity has been peaked to the point where she can’t resist knowing why any longer. She wanders into the family room and Johnny sitting in front of the TV with his finger in the glass.
“Why on earth do you have your finger in that glass?” asks Johnny’s mother questioningly.
“Well, said Little Johnny, I heard Sis on the phone say that whenever she had a prick in her hand, she couldn’t wait to get it in cider.”