The bathroom has been broken for a few days. I finally went to see what was there. Not repaired, not repaired. Which woman bursted something in style a couple of times:
Dad can’t...
After a couple of minutes, the daughter (4 years old) comes with a toy - a music phone and says:
Daddy and Daddy! My phone is broken, do it!
I pressed the button, everything worked, nothing broke.
My daughter whispered:
“No, Dad, you didn’t understand. Let’s, as if it broke up like this: the song plays my favorite about the Pony, but not to the end...
and escapes. Mom is so upset (artistically) telling about the breakdown, and that there is hope that Dad will get rid of it.
Then he rushes to me, takes the phone, turns on a favorite song and runs back to his mom:
- Look, Mom, look: Dad fixed it, now it works until the end! This is an engineer! This is a good guy, right?! to