I remember the oldest childhood. I went to the doctor with him this morning. Going far away, he stumbled. I comforted: “Don’t be afraid, a neurologist is a terrible doctor, he doesn’t inject. Your teeth are not treated, will talk to you". "And all of it?", the child questioned suspiciously. "Well, maybe even a hammer on the knee but it doesn’t hurt". The son was silent. They arrived. "Hello, Leopard!" – the doctor greeted him. But my son stood up hand-to-side and very awful, I would even say, calling, asked, "Well?! Where is your tail?and "
I admired how brave he was.