I went into the kitchen yesterday. There is a drunken dad who, as usual, pulls to talk. The further dialogue:
Q: Do you know what to do if a woman swells?
I: What is it, Dad?
Q: Well, this morning I was telling Alain (my 11-year-old tribe) what to do if a woman was flooded.
I: (I turn carefully to daddy) Dad, what are you talking about?
Q: (pointing to the dishwasher) in general, if this woman of you has flooded, you need to block the water in the toilet.

This is how I learned that my father called the laundry laundry a woman.