The real story:

Recently, my wife and I went into the elevator, and with us, Mommy and her son, five years old. From the frost, all frozen and red. He looks at himself in the mirror and says to his mother:
“Mom, look, my cheeks are like apples, red!

Well, my wife and I look so pleasantly, say, how beautifully he says, and he continues:

Here are my lips. and. and. Like a corpse. and. and. The Blue. and. and.

Gissen