Horse

It's Saturday morning and i'm thinking. A father and child drawing. The child makes his first picture of a horse. Then wants to throw it in the trash. The father stops him and asks: "Why are you throwing this away?"

The child says: "Because it doesn't look real".

"What is real?" Asks the father.

"Real is to have a soul" The child says.

"And you cant see the soul in your horse?"

"No", Says the child.

"I see", says the father. "Can you point to me where lies your soul?"

The child looks at his dad and asks: "am I not real either?"

"No". Says the dad and the child explodes.