A child psychologist had twin boys

A child psychologist had twin boys—one was an optimist; the other, a pessimist.

Just to see what would happen, on Christmas Day he loaded the pessimist’s room

with toys and games. In the optimist’s room, he dumped a pile of horse droppings.

That night, the father found the pessimist surrounded by his gifts, crying.

“What’s wrong?” the father asked. “I have a ton of game manuals to read …

I need batteries … and my toys will all eventually get broken!” sobbed the

pessimist. Passing the optimist’s room, the father found him dancing for

joy around the pile of manure. “Why are you so happy?” he asked.

The optimist shouted, “There’s got to be a pony

in here somewhere!”