A teacher working on a math problem recited the following story:

"There are three birds sitting on a wire. A hunter shoots one of
the birds. How many birds are left on the wire?" The boy pauses. "None,"
he replied thoughtfully.

"No, no, no. Let's try again," the teacher says patiently. She holds up
three fingers. "There are three birds sitting on a wire. A hunter
shoots one," she puts down one finger, "how many birds are left on the wire?"

"None," the boy says with authority.

"Tell me how you came up with that." she asked the boy.
"It's simple," says the boy, "after the gunman shot one bird, he scared the other two away."
"Well," she says, "it's not technically correct, but I like the way you are thinking."

"Now let me ask you a question." the boy says "There are three
woman sitting on a bench eating popsicles. One woman is licking the
popsicle, one woman is biting her popsicle, and the other woman is
sucking her popsicle. Which one is married?" he asked innocently.

The teacher looked at the boy's angelic face and writhed in agony,
turning three shades of red. "C'mon," the boy said impatiently, "one is licking
the popsicle, one is biting, and one is sucking. Which one is married?"

"Well," she gulped and in a barely audible whisper replies, "the one
who's sucking?"

No," he says with surprise, "the one with the wedding ring on. But I
like the way you think.