A worker was walking through the countryside when he spotted the tiniest cabin he had ever seen.
He knocked on the door.
“Anybody home?”
“Yep!” a little boy shouted from inside.
The worker smiled.
“Is your father there?”
“Nope. He left before Mom came in.”
“Okay… Is your mother there?”
“Nope. She left before you got here.”
The worker looked confused.
“So… you’re never all together as a family?”
The boy laughed.
“Sure we are!”
The worker smiled.
“Oh, good!”
The boy added,
“Just not in here.”
The worker frowned.
“Why not?”
The boy pointed at the tiny building.
“Because this is the outhouse.”
“We take turns!”
The worker stared at the door.
“Well… that explains the size!”
