Dave was staring sadly into his beer and sighed heavily. "What's up Dave?" asked the bartender. "It's not like you to be so down in the mouth". "It's my five-year-old son, Little Johnny" the man replied. "Don't tell me, he's in trouble for fighting in school? My boy's just the same. Forget about it; it happens to boys that age" said the bartender, sympathetically. "I only wish it was that" answered Dave "but it's much worse. "He got our 16-year-old baby sitter pregnant". "That's impossible!" gasped the bartender. "No, it's not". Said Dave. "The little **** stuck a pin in all my condoms"