Yes, to fuck up teachers and psychologists with their early development! I also feel like I’ve gone.
Our three-year-old daughter tells terrible stories in the spirit of the gangsters of the 90s about "a good poor uncle, who had a lot of children to feed and a beautiful wife, but with dull eyes. Then he was put in prison, where he spoke to the birds. And then the evil uncle shot him, and he completely died, and he was buried in a warehouse... in a warehouse. And the wife went to another uncle, also a good one, and still gave birth.
Mothers from the venue look at me with round eyes, like Sasha White’s wife, and they stop talking. And I am saddened to think that it was too early for the daughter to tell about the duel between Pushkin and Dantes... And the whole family of Pushkin-Lanskiy’s shouldn’t have been painted yet... And the poem “I sit behind the roof in the raw prison” was clearly not for her age...