Giotto, the painter, was still in school when

his father went to look out for his final results. He went to the Italian teacher and asked "Miff, How if my fon doing in Italian?" and she replied: "You son can't write a single sentence without mistaking something, he can't even read properly!". Pissed off, he went to the maths teacher and asked: "Fir, how if my fon at mathf?" and the teacher replied: "I consider it a lucky day when your son can count to 10 while his classmates are already studying calculus!". Even more sad, his father went to the Arts teacher and asked: "Miff, how if my fon at painting?" and she, with a big smile, replied: "Your son, Mr, is a genius. One day he dew a butterfly on the blackboard and it looked so real that everybody went to catch it", to which his father replied: "Don't tell me Miff, one day he drew a puffy on the ftove!".

Sorry for my bad English, the original joke was meant to be said verbally, to better accentuate the burnt-tongue effect.

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