If it is a weekend, the entire group of friends and their wives meet at someone's house for food and games. Of course, kids join in, too. And there the fun starts. The naughtiest, and perhaps, the most active of them kids was there, too, when my pad was the chosen location for the evening. The usual round of interviewing the kid started.
"Beta, what is your full name?"
With utmost discipline he promptly gave his name.
"Where do you stay, beta?"
After a few gulps of juice, he told his entire address. And everyone was intently listening to his stammering replies.
"Do you go to school?"
With all the patience, he could muster, he said loudly - "Yes"
"What is the name of your school?"
Still patient, he said - "Whisskee nursery school"
"What? What nursery school?"
"Whiskeee. Whissskeee." Almost spitting on the interviewers face at that long 's'.
"Whisky?"
Just then his papa intervened to clarify that his child is normal and goes to a institution named 'Whiz Kid nursery school'
"Beta, what is your full name?"
With utmost discipline he promptly gave his name.
"Where do you stay, beta?"
After a few gulps of juice, he told his entire address. And everyone was intently listening to his stammering replies.
"Do you go to school?"
With all the patience, he could muster, he said loudly - "Yes"
"What is the name of your school?"
Still patient, he said - "Whisskee nursery school"
"What? What nursery school?"
"Whiskeee. Whissskeee." Almost spitting on the interviewers face at that long 's'.
"Whisky?"
Just then his papa intervened to clarify that his child is normal and goes to a institution named 'Whiz Kid nursery school'
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