by Tim:
My brother remembered. I was driving with my son (6 years old), was in a hurry somewhere. And in the city there was a plan "Interception" or something like that. In general, they were stopped, brother out of the car, hands on the hood, legs broader than shoulders. The boy comes out of the car and follows a dialogue:
Uncle Mussol! Let my father go quickly! (It is very awful)
And then what?
Or I’ll polish you!! to
And they let go.)