Which reminds me of one of my favorite old jokes ...

A man had three sons and lived on a farm.
The farm had an outhouse on the top of a hill above a small creek.

One day, as a joke, one of the sons tipped over the outhouse and rolled it 
down the hill into the creek.

Later, when the farmer got home he was furious and demanded to know who did 
it.
The boys all played dumb and acted like they didn't know anything about it.

"I'm ashamed of you boys," the farmer said, "I thought I raised you better 
than that. Didn't I ever tell you the story about how, when George 
Washington was a boy, he chopped down his fathers favorite cherry tree, but 
when asked about it, he owned up to it and said 'I cannot tell a lie, I 
chopped down the cherry tree' and how his father, instead of punishing him, 
hugged him and kissed him and told him how proud he was that he was so 
honest?"

Finally, one of the sons broke down and said, "I admit it Pop, I pushed over 
the outhouse."

The farmer begins whomping on him, cussing at him and kicking him.

"But Pop, what about George Washington and the cherry tree?"

"George Washington's father wasn't -IN- the cherry tree when it got chopped 
down."