A friend told me how she was sitting with her six-year-old son and gluing some New Year's cake. The little boy failed, and he wept in his hearts:

My mother is bobby.

My mother reacted immediately:

What is? Why is it Bobricha?

It’s just... it says so.

She is not reassuring:

Am I similar to you in Bobby?

– No...

Why do you say so then?

The boy looked at her so expressively, and replied:

Because to say “Job your mother” is not polite.