Daddy , i don't know what politics is ... Son : “ Daddy , I have to write a special report for school , but I don’t know what Politics is .” Father : “ Well , let’s take our home as an example . I am the bread - winner , so let’s call me Capitalism . Your Mum is the administrator of money , so we’ll call her Government . We take care of your need , so let’s call you The People . We’ll call the maid the Working Class and your brother we can call The Future . Do you understand son ?” Son : “I’m not really sure , Dad . I’ll have to think about it .” That night awakened by his brother’s crying , the boy went to see what was wrong . Discovering that the baby had seriously soiled his diaper , the boy went to his parents ’ room and found his mother sound asleep . He went to the maid’s room, where , peeking through the keyhole , he saw his father in bed with the maid . The boy’s knocki