My mother had a severe toothache, she requested my 6-yr. old sister to buy pain reliever. When she went home from that ran errand, she brought a paracetamol for a headache. My mother scolded her. My younger sis argued, ' Mama, is your teeth not part of your head? '.
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Younger sis scores more....funny