Mushroom

There was a day not so long ago when my niece turned to me and said, "Mon papa est un champignon." It amused me a lot. "Your father is a mushroom? Really?"

It set her off in peals of laughter. I wondered what had started her thinking that way. So I asked, "Why is your father a mushroom?"

She looked at me the way only the young and intelligent can and replied, "Cos he is not a toadstool! Hahaha!"