Pancakes

Brenda and Steve took their six-year-old son to the doctor.

With some hesitation, they explained that although their little angel appeared to be in good health, they were concerned about his rather small p*nis.

After examining the child, the doctor confidently declared,

“Just feed him pancakes. That should solve the problem.”

The next morning when the boy arrived at breakfast, there was a large stack of warm pancakes in the middle of the table.

“Gee, Mum,” he exclaimed, “for me?”

“Just take two,” Brenda replied. “The rest are for your father.”