Be careful with the words — children all remember!

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My friend's days had temperature for a child — three-year-old son. She took him to the hospital. The kid got scared when I saw so many women in white robes began to scream and cry. Nurses immediately ran up and started to Lisp:

— What to us the boy came? What's your name, kid?

— Anton! — through tears squeaked the kid.

— And how your parents home is called?

The baby calmed down a bit and for a second thought, and then gave:

— Asshole!

Not even going to describe the condition of the mother after the revelations of the son…

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