Last time when I laugh out loud was the day when my 4 years old then daughter learned what politics is all about. It was the 30th of September, just a day after her birthday. She came and asked me "dad, what is POLITICS?".
I said 'Well dear, let me try to explain it this way:
I am the head of the family, so call me The President.
Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government.
We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People.
The nanny, we will consider her the Working Class.
And your 2 years old baby brother, we will call him the Future.
Now think about that and see if it makes sense.'
So the little sweet goes off to bed thinking about what I had said.
Later that night, she hears her baby brother crying, so she gets up to check on him.
She finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper.
So the little Eliza comes to our room and finds her mother asleep. Not wanting to wake her, she goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, she peeks in the keyhole and considers its not the best moment to knock. She gives up and goes back to bed.
The next morning, my sweetheart comes to me, 'Tudor, I think I understand the concept of politics now.'
I am saying, 'Good, darling, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.'
She then replies, 'The President is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit.'