Little boy on holiday campsite, rainy day (8): Mum, do warehouses have traffic lights?
Mother: I don’t understand you.
Little boy: Well, I’ve seen a cartoon in a magazine about an Irishman who says he’s waiting outside a warehouse for the red light to turn green and...
Mother: Show me the cartoon. Is it from that magazine you’re holding behind your back? Give it here...
Little boy: Um... I’ve lost it... no it’s not that one... it isn’t.... it’s another one... no, it’s not mine, I didn’t buy it at the campsite shop, I found it lying around, honest...
Older sister, scornfully (10): That doesn’t say warehouse, it says whorehouse.
....
Little boy (2 minutes later): ... so Mum, why would there be a red light outside a whorehouse?
(With thanks to Nick, work colleague and the once-upon-a-time 8-year old)
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