"Dad", said eight year old Danny, "I'm gonna get married."
Dad smiled indulgently. "who to, Son?"
"My girlfriend Kathy next door. she's eight too."
"Found a place to live?"
"well", said Danny seriously. "she gets 50 cents pocket money, and you give me a dollar, so if she moves in with me, we can manage."
Dad nodded" You might be able to get by on a dollar fifty a week now, but what will you do when children start to arrive?"
"No worries", said Danny confidently. "We've been lucky so far."
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