One winter day, Fred’s neighbour Sam, came up to Fred’s door and started pounding on it.
Fred answered the door. “Sam, what’s up?” he said.
Sam angrily replied, “That no good son of yours has been pissing in the snow on my back garden!”
Fred asked, “How do you know it was my son?”
Sam answered, “He wrote his name in piss!”
“Okay,” Fred replied. “I’ll talk to him about it, but I have to say, I don’t see what the big deal is. It’s just piss in the snow. Why are you so fired up about it?”
Sam snapped back, “It’s in my daughter’s handwriting!“