A young lady and her dad were crossing an extension. The father was somewhat frightened so he asked his minimal girl: "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so you don't fall into the stream." The young lady said: "No, Father. You hold my hand."
"What's the distinction?" Asked the astounded father. "There's a major contrast," answered the young lady. "In the event that I hold your hand and something transpires, odds are that I may release your hand. Yet, in the event that you hold my hand, I know without a doubt that regardless of what happens, you will never release my hand."
