By the way, the other day, the writer of these lines visited the house of his lawyer, and his son, the little Avigdor, two meters tall and overweight, defiled around the room without saying a word to us.
“Avigdor,” asked the lawyer of the offspring, “have you said good morning to your uncle?”
“No,” the boy replied and disappeared in the direction of basketball baskets.
The lawyer’s face radiated with pride and love.
The child never lies!