In religious education, the priest asks: "Who can tell me where does God live?"

Small Fritz reports proudly on his knowledge: "In the bathroom!"
"Why the bathroom?" the pastor asked amazed.

"Well, every morning knocks my father on the bathroom door and calls: my God, you're still there?"

The small Renate comes into the crowded drugstore, stops at the door and calls out: "Please three dozen condoms in different sizes"

Everything is rigid.

The druggist begins fastest: "First," he says, "don't scream so loud, secondly this is nothing for little kids and thirdly you can send your father to me father.."

But Renate is not to discourage: "First," she returns, "I have learned in school that one should speak clear and loud. Secondly this is nothing FOR little kids, it is AGAINST little kids and thirdly dad has nothing to do with it These are for Mummy, she goes tomorrow for three weeks to Mallorca!"