I was 11-12 years old when we came to my mom’s birthday.

At the table, everyone said toasts and gave gifts.



My daughter, my mate, congratulated her mother and handed her a gift bag. Guests were asked to open and show what was there. Inside was a statue of a cat with a frog sitting under a tree.



Then the wife’s husband invited the guests to see their new repair in the bathroom, and everyone went there.



I stayed in the room with the woman and her daughter. Without embarrassing me, she said to her daughter, “Are you stupid? Why do I have this dumb cat with a frog? Where did you get that nonsense? Am I a kindergarten to give me that?”



The girl cried, left, and did not leave the room until the end of the party.

We met this girl after 15 years at a wedding of common acquaintances.

She and her husband gave a multi-wark and money. Her husband congratulated the newlyweds, and my mom's daughter's colleague probably repeated 5 times that they gave them a multivarka, as they asked that she was good, and they would need it. It was evident that she was very worried.



Love your children, and accept all their gifts with joy, be it a statuette, a drawing, a soft toy, or a craft of shit and sticks.