Once, I went to eat crayfish. I entered the restaurant, ordered a pot of spicy crayfish, and went to the restroom to wash my hands. At the corner on the left, a family of three was sitting. A girl about four years old looked at the pot of spicy crayfish brought out by the waiter and asked:

“Mom, the crayfish are eaten by us, will their moms be very sad?”
“Th-that's...” The girl’s parents were both stunned, obviously unsure how to answer their daughter’s question!
Just then, a passing friend cleverly helped the girl’s parents resolve the crisis: “No, because the crayfish’s mom is also in this pot.”