A six-year-old boy knocked on my door.  He said that his baseball was in my garage and he wanted it back.

Upon opening the garage door, I saw a baseball and a broken window with a large hole in it.

“How do you suppose this ball got in here?” I asked the boy.

He took one look at the ball, one look at the window, one look at me, and exclaimed, “Wow!  I must have thrown it right through that hole!”