A father asked his son, Little Johnny, if he knew about the birds and the bees. "I don't want to know!" Little Johnny wailed, bursting into tears. Confused, Pop asked Little Johnny what was wrong. "Oh, Pop," Johnny sobbed, "you told me when I was six that there was no Santa Claus. You told me when I was seven that there was no Easter Bunny. You told me when I was eight that there was no Tooth Fairy. Now you're gonna tell me that grown-ups don't really have sex, and I'll have nothing left to believe in!