Father: How, explain to me, how could you not smell it when the eggs in the shell have already burned?? to
I thought the neighbors were doing the shale...
P: Oh, I have these creative personalities!
But when in the supermarket mom from the mountain of soft toys picked a sheep for the dog and brought it, Daddy in the basket was already lying exactly the same and even identical color. This is love. It is the instinct of reproduction.