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A baby was born that was so advanced that he could talk. He looked around the delivery room and saw the doctor.

“Are you my doctor?”, he asked.

“Yes, I am.”

The baby said, “Thank you for taking such good care of me during birth.”

He looked at his mother and asked, “Are you my mother?”

“Yes, I am,” she said.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me before I was born,” he said.

He then looked at his father and asked, “Are you my father?”

“Yes, I am,” his father answered.

The baby motioned him closer, then poked him repeatedly on the forehead with his index finger and said, “Hurts, doesn’t it?”