a door-to-door salesman

A door-to-door salesman on his neighborhood rounds knocks on the door of a house. A little boy, no older than five, answers. The boy is wearing a velvet robe. In one hand is a brandy snifter filled halfway with liquor. In the other hand is a lit cigar. The boy takes a sip, then a puff. The door-to-door salesman, shocked, asks, "Uh, are you parents home?" The little boy says, "Does it fucking look like it?"