When my nephew was 3, I was visiting at his house and we heard the Icecream Truck coming. He perked up and ran to the door and exclamed, "It's the singing van!" My sister quickly stepped in and said, "You know, Aunt Cheryl, there is this van that just drives around our neighborhood playing music. It's the strangest thing."

Poor kid, it was another couple of years before he figured out that the singing van also sold icecream.

"If he didn't want any responsibility he should have been gay." A man speaking to a woman in Mervyn's department store.