I Like The Way You Are Thinking

One day in class the teacher brought a bag full of fruit. "Now
class, I'm going to reach into the bag and describe a piece of
fruit, and you tell what fruit I'm talking about."

"Okay, first: it's round, plumb and red."

Of course, Johnny raised his hand high, but the teacher, wisely,
ignored him and picked Deborah, who promptly answered "An apple."

"No Deborah, it's a beet, but I like your thinking.  Now, for the
second. It's soft, fuzzy, and colored red and brownish."

Well, Johnny is hopping up and down in his seat trying to get
the teacher to call on him.  But she skips him again and calls on
Billy.

"Is it a peach?"
"No, Billy, I'm afraid it's a potato.  But I like you're
thinking. Here's another:  it's long, yellow, and fairly hard."

By now, Johnny is about to explode as he waves his hand
frantically.  The teacher skips him again and calls on Sally.
"A banana," she says.

"No," the teacher replies, "it's a squash, but I like your
thinking."

Johnny is kind of irritated now, so he speaks up loudly. "Hey,
I've got one for you teacher; let me put my hand in my pocket.
Okay, I've got it: it's about an inch and a half long, hard, and
it's got a little red head on it."

"Johnny!"  she cries.  "That's disgusting!"

"Nope," answers Johnny, "it's a match stick, but I like your
thinking!"