When an 8-year-old child knocks on a brothel door, the Madam opens it, looks down, and sees the child.

“What do you desire?”

The child declares, “I want to get laid!”

“Yeah, come back in ten years,” the Madam says.

“But I want to get married.”

The Lady twists down and says,

“Kid, leave, return a decade. Stop for a minute, go get a tree with an opening in it and practice.”

The kid comes back to the door ten years later.

The Lady remembers him immediately,
“Kid! You’ve returned!

“You said to wait ten years, so I did,” the child declares.

Did you rehearse on the tree-like I told you?”

“Yes, I did, ma’am!”

The Lady is dazzled to the point that she strolls him higher up to the best woman in the house.
The kid walks over to the closet, grabs a broom, and starts whacking the prostitute as the lady gets dressed.

The woman shouts, “What are you doing kid?”

“Looking out for squirrels.”