My son (11) years heading home from school:
He (in a colloquial tone):
‘Mama.. in prison they give food to prisoners, right?’
‘Walter, is there by chance anything that happened in school and we I should know of..?’
Walter (10): ‘Mama, what are Hungarian schools like? Same as in Belgium?’
My little son: I’ve just seen a kooi!
Me: A ‘kooi’? What’s that?
He: I don’t know in English. A prison for birds…
Me: Aaaaa, a bird-cage…