A screw from life

One of my comrades, a doctor of science and a professor, by the way, came across once.
His youngest daughter (one year old at the time)
Two butterflies fused in ecstasy at the fridge door.
“Look, Dad, what a strange crumbling mol,” she said thoughtfully.
The daughter.
“This is not a crumbling mol, but two separate ones,” the father corrected.
So what do they do here? The child asked.
“They’re having sex,” replied the father, who always thought
Honesty and openness are the main things in the relationship between parents and children.
But the next question of an intriguing child even a father-professor for a long time
He went into a stupor.
Why is it so quiet?
As the comrade said, he did not know whether to roast or cry.
Be proud of yourself :)

Zmeevsky