I sat in the park on the bench, waiting for a friend. On the next bench, a young mother and her 5-6 year old son feed the pigeons. There is a small pond in front of us. The dialogue between mother and son.
Mother, give me bread, and I will feed the pigeons by the water.
Why feed them there?
I will throw bread into the water, and they will dive and drown after it.
Good kids are growing up.)