“Which is the hottest letter in English alphabet?” asked the little boy when I reached my building.
“T,” he shouted and grinned: “You lost.”
‘Why did the girl throw butter out of the window?” he asked.
“She had heard about butter-fly. You lost again,” he laughed.
“What do you want to become when you grow up?” I asked him.
“He loves to eat and spends most time in the kitchen,” complained his dad, cutting in.
“No wonder he knew the answers,” I murmured.