And again about blondes.

I live in America, in a building with a swimming pool.
Among the neighbors - an ordinary American middle-aged couple. They have a daughter, a beautiful blonde named Kelly.
Really very beautiful, she even starred in some local advertising.

The other day in the pool, I overheard a conversation with her friend Kelly.
The following is her monologue roughly translated from English, without reference to features of speech, only the essence.

 - Last night my parents were away. I just took a bath and went into the living room in a bathrobe to wish them good night.
One of the guests liked the bunny embroidered on the chest of my robe. I really like it too.
Another guest asked what is embroidered on the back. I did not know, so I took a bathrobe and opened it back to see.
Was there too, rabbit, only a little more. But I do not understand why all the guests laughed and why so angry mom.

Please do not think about blondes too bad. Beauty Kelly recently was four years old.