Ayaan comes running wearing his raincoat and just one boot.
Mama: “Ayaan, where’s your other boot”
Ayaan, pointing at his boot: “Here”
Mama: “No, the other one”
Ayaan: “Right here”
Mama: “The other boot”
Ayaan: “This is the other one”
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Ayaan realizes what his mother is asking, looks at his feet without boot and shrugs.
Ayaan: “Oh you mean the third boot? I can’t find it”
Come to think of it, my pairs have always come in two. I’ve been getting ripped off my whole life!