Cured Forever... A father was distressed with his thirteen-year old son's preoccupation with breasts. His son would repeatedly point to attractive girls and whisper, "Hey, Dad, look at the knockers on that one!" The father finally took the boy to a psychiatrist, who assured him that just one day's intensive therapy could cure the boy. When the session was over, the father and his son walked several blocks back to the car. The boy was silent as they passed a number of attractive girls. As they neared the car, the proud father was thinking to himself, pleased with the psychiatrist's work. Then, as they passed a guy unloading barrels of beer from a truck, the boy pulled at his father's sleeve and whispered, "Hey, Dad, look at the *** on the truck driver!"