"I don't want to know," the child said, bursting into tears. "Promise
me you won't tell me."
Confused, the father asked what was wrong?
The boy sobbed, "When I was six, I got the "There's no Easter Bunny"
At seven, I got the "There's no Tooth Fairy" speech.
When I was eight, you hit me with the "There's no Santa" speech.
If you're going to tell me that "grownups don't really get laid," I
will have nothing left to live for."