My wife and I were in the tax office yesterday. We had to pay for something there. We took the turn and then sat down on our chairs. In front of us is a pregnant girl already in the extreme term and next to them a mother with a child aged 3-5. The child asks his mother, and she answers him. The dialogue:

Where are we?

In the tax.

Why did we come here?

Taxes to pay.

The boy was interested in the pregnant girl. He looks at her and asks her mother:

Why is my stomach so big?

There is a boy or a girl in her stomach.

Oh Mom, is it not? He lives there?

He lives right there.

The little one burns out:

Do you pay taxes?

and no.

This is Lucky!

The whole row almost fell from the chairs.