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One night daughter (6 years old) came to my bedroom with the question:
— Mom, what's a mummy?
— Uh... Well, once upon a time Egypt was ruled by pharaohs. When they died, their subordinates made a special rite.
You see, a child understands nothing. Without thinking, sending him to the Pope to find out what this is so for a miracle. To myself sarcastically chuckle: let the Pope, the head will confuse. A minute later I hear the dialogue from the kitchen: