I work near home. Work is dirty. I go home in work clothes.
We meet a young, cute mommy, with a small and seemingly very shy boy.
The boy looks at me and asks Mommy, “Mommy, Mommy, let’s take my uncle home.”
Mommy in a serious and instructive tone: “We don’t need such an uncle.
The boy says, “Is that because he’s a bombardment?”
Mom was very upset...
Children are burning with napalm.
Little boosted the mood for the rest of the day.