My sister works as a secretary for a number of medical
doctors. One is the father of 10 children. One night it
was his turn to stay home and take care of the house and
the kids while his wife got out to relax.

The doctor settled down in the living room to read his
newspaper and magazines. There were kids running all
around, up and down stairs and just having a grand time.
Finally it got to be about 8PM and the doctor calls out
with a loud voice, "OK, everybody upstairs and start
getting ready for bed!"

There is heard this stampede of kids heading up the stairs
as they were ordered. The doctor settles down in his chair
with a bit more of peace and quiet. Only a few minutes
pass when he hears the distinct foot fall of someone
coming down the stairs. He hollers out, "I told you to get
upstairs and to get ready for bed."

Next thing heard is the sound of feet running upstairs.

Once again, the doctor settles into his reading. Not two
minutes pass but that he hears quite distinctly the steps
of someone coming down the stairs. He gets up out of his
chair and goes and stands at the bottom of the stairs.
With hands on his hips I looks up at the child and says,
"Didn't I tell you to get upstairs and get ready for bed?"

Sheepishly the child looks at the doctor and says, "But
mister, I don't even live here!"