|A Frenchwoman took her young daughter to the Louvre. As they stood before a statue of a nude male, the child pointed at its penis and asked, "Mama, what's that?"|
"Oh, nothing, Cherie."
"I want one," said the child. The mother tried to focus her daughter's attention on a more suitable subject, but the little girl persisted.
"I want one. I want one like that one," she kept repeating.
Finally, her mother said, "If you're a good girl and stop talking about it now, I promise you that when grow up, you will have one."
"And if I'm bad?"
Her mother sighed. "Then you will have many!"