Vovochka Anecdotes

One day the school principal calls Vovochka and says: “Don’t be ashamed of you, Vovochka!” You’re in transition! Your voice just started to break!
– So what? The voice began to break, but the pioneer leader stopped!

– Vovochka!
– says the mother to her young son.
– Should you buy a sister or brother?
– Do you have money?
– he asks.
– Eat!
– Mom answers.
– Then you better go to the doctor!

The son says to his mother: “I won’t go to school anymore!”
– Why is this?
– Come on… Petrov will shoot with a slingshot again, Sinitsyn will hit the head with a textbook, Vasiliev will trip him up… I won’t go!
– No, Vovochka, you have to go. Firstly, you are already forty years old, and secondly, you are a school director.

Vovochka is walking on the street with her mother. Suddenly, my mother’s friend comes towards them. After they greeted each other, mom says: “Vovochka, kiss your aunt.”
– I won’t!
– Vovochka, I said, kiss your aunt!
– I won’t and that’s it!!!
– What’s the matter, Vovochka, why don’t you want to kiss your aunt? “She slapped dad on the cheek for this yesterday!”

The teacher says:
– Children, the holiday is coming
– March 8th, write some poem about this. Vovochka gets up and says: “March Eighth is close, close.” Grow up quickly, my pussy. Teacher:
– Out!!! Go to the director and tell me why I kicked you out! He comes to the director, saying that he was kicked out for a poem dedicated to March 8th. The director listened to the poem and said: “You’re a fool, this is the kind of poem you need to compose: “March 8th is close, close, and my heart is beating like a deer, don’t let me down, honey, on International Women’s Day!”

The teacher asks Vovochka: “Vovochka, why didn’t you do your homework?”
– I worked, Maria Ivanovna. Wash Mercedes.
– How I sympathize with you, Vovochka…
– Eh, Maria Ivanovna, since I bought Mercedes, where will you go now?

Vovochka’s mom: “You’re blowing soap bubbles, and soap, by the way, is now expensive, and it turns out that you’re wasting it.”
– And I save it when I wash.

Teacher:
– Vovochka, what is seven nine?
– 56.
– Vovochka, I’ll give you two, give me the diary!
– Mary Ivanna, of course, I’m not going to scare you, but my dad told me: “If you get even one more D, then someone will definitely hit you in the snout!”

– Vovochka, why are you being rude to me? Am I your father or not?
– Well, dad, you ask questions! How do I know that?!