A former colleague told a funny story. His cousin, happily lived in marriage for five years, despite the fact that the marriage was over. One beautiful winter evening, they sat down for a compot, and began to pick photos of their daughter to send to a company to make a photo book about how their little girl grew and developed, until the anniversary five years. Looking at one picture, the husband said:

Her knife is mine!

My wife did not agree:

Oh no, the niche!

Yes, you are a smart eye!

I tell you, I don’t even look close to your shnivell!

Are you stupid? Look at the shape and the tip, all like mine!

Here the wife entered into the gambling dispute, and how will it be:

She’ll have your nose if you’re not even relatives.

There was an uncomfortable pause, the wife realized that she had slapped too much, the husband realized that he did not understand anything at all. In short, there was a DNA test, the wife was right, the husband is not the father of a five-year-old daughter. The divorce and the girl's name, but she won in the dispute!