A friend told... She goes into the toilet in one of the major shopping centers, closes the door of the cabin, only wants to sit down, as suddenly hears from the neighboring room of thought such an innocent dialogue (which mother, by her stupidity, decided to take with her 5 year old son there):
What do you have, hair?
Still still, my son.
What are you doing?
I write...
Why are you sitting and writing?
Because I don’t have a cane like you.
Do you write from Poop?
No, not from the pitch, stay calm.
Where do you write from then?
I write from scratch!
You do not have her!
It is not a hole, but a hole.
How is a hole in the mouth?
– No...
How in the nose?
– No...
Can I see?
All, let’s go now!
Why do you crack down when you write?
Should I say that the whole toilet was lying?
c) the kipa