A BOY and his father were playing catch in the front yard when the boy saw a honey bee. He ran over and stomped on it.
“Son, that was a honey bee, one of our friends,” the father admonished. “For stomping on him you will do without honey for a week.”
Later the boy saw a butterfly, so he ran over and stomped on it. The father reproved him: “Son, that was a butterfly, one of our friends, and for stomping on him you will do without butter for a week.”
The next morning the family sat down for breakfast. The boy ate his plain toast with no honey or butter. Suddenly a cockroach ran out from under the stove, and his mother stomped on it.
The boy looked at his father and said: “Are you going to tell her, Dad, or should I?”