Once upon a time, a powerful Emperor of the Rising Sun advertised for a new Chief Samurai. After a year, only three applied for the job: a Japanese, a Chinese and a Jewish Samurai.
"Demonstrate your skills!" commanded the emperor.
The Japanese samurai stepped forward, opened a tiny box and released a fly. He drew his samurai sword and *Swish!* the fly fell to the floor, neatly divided in two!
"What a feat!" said the emperor. "Number Two Samurai, show me what you do."
The Chinese samurai smiled confidently, stepped forward and opened a tiny box, releasing a fly. He drew his samurai sword and *Swish! *Swish!* The fly fell to the floor neatly quartered.
"That is skill!" nodded the emperor. "How are you going to top that, Number three Samurai?"
The Jewish samurai, Hiroshi Cohen, stepped forward, opened a tiny box releasing one fly, drew his samurai sword and *Swoosh!* flourished his sword mightily, but the fly was still buzzing around!
In disappointment, the emperor said, "What kind of skill is that?? The fly isn't even dead."
"Dead?" replied Cohen in contempt. "Dead is easy. Now circumcision, that takes skill."
This is a the story of a 5 years old son, who, after watching a story of an Emperor on TV, said to his mother:
"Mum, I also want 7 wives, one will cook for me, one will read for me, one will go for walk with me, one will sing for me, one can bath me...."
Mum smiled and said: "Then night time I don't have to accompany you to sleep."
After some thought, son said: "Not possible, I still want to sleep with you mummy!"
Moms eyes fill up with tears of happiness: "My sweet son!"
"Then who will sleep with your 7 wives?"
"Let them sleep with daddy!"
Dads eyes fill up with tears of happiness. "My sweet son!"
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