Dave was staring sadly into his beer

Dave was staring sadly into his beer and sighed heavily.

“What’s up Dave?” asked the bartender…It’s not like you to be so down in the mouth.”

“It’s my four-year-old son…” the man replied. “Don’t tell me, he’s in trouble for fighting in school? – my child just the same – forget about it; it happens to boys that age,”

said the bartender, sympathetically. “ I only wish it was that,” continued the customer,

“ but it’s far worse than that. The little bastard has got our gorgeous 18-year-old next-door neighbour.”

“Getaway, that’s impossible!” gasped the bartender,

“It’s not,” said the man.“The little  stuck a pin in all me.