A third-grade teacher was having a tough time with a boy in her class.

“Teacher, I should be in the fourth grade! I’m smarter than my sister, and she’s in fourth!” the boy insisted.

The teacher, tired of arguing, took him to the principal. The principal decided to test him with a few fourth-grade questions.

Principal: “What is 3+3?”
Boy: “6.”

Principal: “What is 6+6?”
Boy: “12.”

The boy answered every question correctly. Impressed, the principal told the teacher to move him up to the fourth grade.

But the teacher had her doubts. “Can I ask him some of my own questions?” she asked.

The principal agreed.

Teacher: “What does a cow have four of that I only have two?”
Boy: “Legs!”

Teacher: “What is in your pants that I don’t have in mine?”
Boy: “Pockets!”

Teacher: “What starts with ‘C’, ends with ‘T’, is hairy, oval, and contains a sweet liquid?”
Boy: “Coconut!”

The principal shifted in his chair.

Teacher: “What goes in hard and dry, then comes out soft and sticky?”
Boy: “Chewing gum!”

The principal wiped his forehead.

Teacher: “You tie me down to keep me up. What am I?”
Boy: “A tent!”

The principal was getting nervous.

Teacher: “What gets bigger when you pull it, fits neatly between two things, and can save your life?”
Boy: “A seatbelt!”

The principal sighed in relief.

The teacher continued, “What starts with ‘F’ and ends with ‘K’ and if you don’t get it, you might use your hands?”

The principal gasped, but the boy confidently answered, “Fork!”

The principal had enough. “Okay, send this boy straight to college! I got all the answers wrong myself!”