Born without a chin

Little Johnny’s mom sits him down before they go visit their neighbor who just had a baby boy.

“Listen to me very carefully,” she says. “The poor baby was born without a chin because of a rare genetic condition. His mother is extremely sensitive about it. If you make even the tiniest comment about his chin, you are grounded for a whole month. Got it?”

Johnny nods obediently.

They arrive, chat for a while, and then Johnny turns to the new mom with a sweet smile and asks:

“When your son grows up, will he move out of the house one day?”

“Yes, of course, hopefully when he goes to college.”

“Will he wash his own bedsheets?”

“Well, who else is going to wash them? Yes.”

“And will he iron them too?”

“Yes, he’ll iron them.”

“And put them away in the closet?”

“Obviously, where else would they go?”

“So, how is he going to fold them?”