A social worker from Ohio was recently transferred to rural North Georgia. While touring his new mountainous territory, he spotted the absolute tiniest cabin he had ever seen in his life. Intrigued and concerned, he walked up and knocked on the door.
“Anybody home?” he called out.
“Yep,” a kid’s voice answered from inside.
“Is your father there?” asked the social worker.
“Pa? Nope, he left right before Ma came in,” said the kid.
“Well, is your mother there?” persisted the social worker.
“Ma? Nope, she left just before I got here,” the kid replied.
Frustrated, the social worker protested, “Good grief! Are you people never together as a family?!”
“Sure we are,” the kid chirped through the door. “But not in here. This is the outhouse.”
