A new teacher is trying to make use of her Psychology courses.
She starts her class by saying, “Everyone who thinks you’re stupid, stand up.”
After a few seconds, little Johnny stood up.
The teacher said, “Do you think you’re stupid, Johnny?”
“No, ma’am,” he says, “but I hate to see you standing there all by yourself.”

A teacher cautiously approaches the subject of sex education with her fourth grade class because she realizes Little Johnny’s propensity for sexual innuendo. But Johnny remains attentive throughout the entire lecture. Finally, towards the end of the lesson, the teacher asks for examples of sex education from the class. One little boy raises his hand, “I saw a bird in her nest with some eggs.”
“Very good, William,” said the teacher.
“My mommy had a baby,” said little Esther.
“Oh, that’s nice,” replied the teacher.
Finally, little Johnny raises his hand. With much fear and trepidation, the teacher calls on him. “I was watchin’ TV yesterday, and I saw the Lone Ranger. He was surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of Indians. And they all attacked at one time. And he killed every one of them with his two guns.”
The teacher was relieved but puzzled, “And what does that have to do with sex education, Johnny?”
” It’ll teach those Indians not to f*** with the Lone Ranger.”

In Sunday School, they were teaching how God created everything, including human beings.

Little Johnny seemed especially intent when they told him how Eve was created out of one of Adam’s ribs.

Later in the week, his mother noticed him lying down as though he were ill, and said, “Johnny what is the matter?”

Little Johnny responded, “I have a pain in my side. I think I’m going to have a wife.”

One day little Johnny asked his mother for a new bike.
His mother said, At Christmas you send a letter to Santa to ask for what you want, don’t you?”
“Yes,” replied Johnny, “but it isn’t Christmas.”
His mother said, “Yes, but you can send a letter to Jesus and ask him.”
Johnny sat down with a pen and paper and started his letter: Dear Jesus, I’ve been a good boy and I would like a new bike. Your Friend, Johnny
He thought about this and decided to start a new letter. Dear Jesus, Sometimes I’m a good boy and I would like a new bike.
He thought about this and decided to write another letter. Dear Jesus, I thought about being a good boy and I would like a new bike.
He thought about this and decided that he didn’t like that one either. He left and went walking around depressed when he went by a house with a small statue of Mary in the front yard. He picked up the statue and hurried home.
He put the statue under the bed and started his new letter. Dear Jesus, If you want to see your mother again, send me a new bike! Your Friend, Johnny