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One afternoon little Shmuli Horowitz who lived in the northern most region of Canada was sitting with his father in the snow. Shmuli turned to his father and said: "Dad, am I really Canadian?"
The father replied: "Of course, Shmuli, you're 100 per cent Canadian."
A few minutes later, the Shmuli turned to his father again and said: "Dad, tell me the truth. I can take it. Am I really 100 per cent Canadian?”
The father answered: "Son, I'm 100 per cent Canadian, your mother is 100 per cent Canadian, so you are definitely 100 per cent Canadian."
Shmuli seemed satisfied, but a few minutes later he turned to his father once more and said: "Dad, don't think you're sparing my feelings. I've got to know. Am I 100 per cent Canadian?"
The father was becoming distressed by the continual questioning and said: "Why do you keep asking if you're 100 per cent Canadian?"
Shmuli said: "Because I'm freezing!"