During dinner in a restaurant, my 7-year old godson started to rap. The lyrics were rather explicit.
“He is naughty,” I said.
“He is boyish,” his mother answered.
Then my godson pointed at me, and he said to the waitress: “He wants to marry you.” “He is not boyish,” I said to his mother after the waitress was gone. “He is manipulative, he is dangerous.” His mother replied: “He is a joker, just like you.”