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Why Am I So Special, Pa?

"How was your first day in fourth grade, Leroy?" asked his father.

"Good," said Leroy. "The teacher asked each of us to count to 100.
Some kids couldn't get past 30, but I made all the way to 100 and
didn't make a single mistake!"

"That's good, son. That's because you're from Arkansas."

After the next day of school, he asked again.

"I did good today, too, Dad. In language class, we had to say the
alphabet. Some kids couldn't get past the letter P, but I made all the
way to Z without a single mistake!"

"That's good, son. That's because you're from Arkansas."

After the third day of school, Leroy came home looking troubled.

"What's the matter, son?" asked Dad.

"Oh, I dunno. Today we had Physical Education, and afterwards, in the
shower, I noticed that, well, the other boys in my class, uh, well Dad,
they all have little tiny privates. Mine were a lot bigger than theirs! Is
that because I'm from Arkansas?"

"No, son," explained Dad. "That's because you're 18!"
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