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Din ciclul “gura copiilor adevăr grăieşte” (iar ochiul vede doar ce vrea el):

1.”Ştii tu mama pentru ce ne trebe ochi?  Ca să vedem.  Albinele, sau elefanţii, sau Minimax-ul.”

2. El:  “Ce mă gâdilă aici în ochi?” (frecându-se de somn)

Eu: “O fi o geană…”

El (sfătos): “Cred că-i moş Ene.”

:-) :-) :-)

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