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There was a lazy boy. He was not willing to do anything at all, so nobody wanted to hire him. As time went by, he could live no longer. No money. So, he asked one of his friends to introduce him to get an easier job. The introducer thought for a moment, and then he said, “You go to take care of the graveyard. There is no job easier than that.” So, the lazy boy went to work happily. But in a few days, he came back again, complaining, “I won’t do it.” So, the friend asked, “But why?” He said, “It’s unfair to do this job because I’m the only one who stands and works, and they’re all lying there.”
A third grader, or primary three, went home and told her mother she was in love with a classmate and was going to marry him. She was probably eight years old or something? So the mother said, “That is OK. But…” She played with the flow, “That’s OK, but does he have a job?” So, the little girl said, “Yes, yes. He erases the blackboard in our class.”
A six-year-old ran up and down the supermarket shouting frantically, “Mary, Mary, Mary!” So finally, the mother is reunited with him. And the mother told him, “You shouldn’t call me by my name Mary. I’m your mother, you know that?” So, the child said, “I know, but the supermarket is full of mothers.” It’s so logical. Very good. (Yes!)
