We have a very comfortable courtyard. No cars, no roads, everyone knows each other. When I was five years old, I went on a walk under the supervision of an elderly (10 years old). The elder was terribly disturbed by this, obviously, and he tried to merge his brother home under any pretext.
I’m cooking lunch somehow and I hear a thunder and a terrible roar in the entrance. The little one runs, not otherwise broke up again. I open the door.
Dymka (for the whole entrance) : Mom! This shit, this fool!
I’ve lost my jaw, but I pretend that nothing happened.
I: Dima, that’s not a very good word. Do you know who this fool is?
Smoke (interested): No...
I: This is the female dog. Do we have a dog?
Smoke: No...
I: Is he a female?
Smoke: No...
Will you no longer call him that way?

A couple of weeks. I stand and cook. Everything repeats itself like in a bad movie. Again on the staircase and roof. I open the door.
The Smoke: Mom! This shit! This Ssssssss... the female dog!