My 8 year old son and I were in the car. He started to go to karate classes. I see, next to the track is a huge billboard with MMA type advertising for the weekend spectacular battles and so on. I think I’ll propose to my son, let’s go and see how the adult uncles make meat from mercantial interests to each other. Grush, say my son! Maybe go to battle? Internal is! The child makes round eyes of horror - Daddy! I will be beaten there!