A tiny child is lying in bed, desperate to use the restroom. So he gets out of bed, runs downstairs into the living room, and discovers his mother speaking with a group of her friends. “MUM,” the boy cries at the top of his lungs, “I HAVE TO PISS! “I HAVE TO PISS!” Needless to say, the mother is embarrassed by her son’s language in front of her guests and chastises the small kid. “Quentin, we do not shout that word in this house! “Next time, just whisper, okay?”

The small boy nods meekly. His mother takes him to the restroom and tucks him back in bed. The next night, little Quentin is desperate to use the restroom again. So he gets out of bed and runs downstairs to the living room, where his mother is enjoying a glass of wine with her friends. “Mum! I’ve got to whisper!”

Mum excuses herself and takes Quentin to the restroom, amused at her son’s innocent blunder but happy that he was more discreet than the previous time. She leads Quentin back upstairs and tucks him into bed. “Well done, sweetie,” she replies, kissing him goodbye; “that was much more polite.”

After a few nights, the small kid is desperate to use the restroom again. So he gets out of bed and runs downstairs to the living room, where his father is watching television. “Dad!” Quentin cries gently. “I gotta whisper, I gotta whisper!” “Aw, is that so, little buddy?” dad asks, his gaze fixated on the television. “Come on over here and whisper in daddy’s ear.”