The Baby — A Work of Art!

When I returned to my homeland with my baby, who was in his sixth month, and entered the customs — and I had with me an enormous pile of suitcases — the inspector asked us: What things of value did you acquire during your stay abroad in the last twelve months? And I began to speak, saying: This baby...

At that the man stared for a moment at the baby sleeping in my arms... then said firmly:

— Original works of art are exempt from duty, madam.

Then he let me pass with all my suitcases, without inspection!