Santa: I have the perfect son.
Banta: Does he smoke?
Santa: No, he doesn't.
Banta: Does he drink whiskey?
Santa: No, he doesn't.
Banta: Does he ever come home late?
Santa: No, he doesn't.
Banta: I guess you really do have the perfect son. How old is he?
Santa: He will be six months old next Wednesday.