XXX is Sunday morning. Taking the son to his ex, he promised to stay with the child. He calls and asks to buy him a beer, because he’s cuddly. I go to the store and buy two beers. My son swallowed sneakers. I refuse, otherwise he would eat some snickers) So we stand next to the box office, he cries, I am unwavering. And here’s the voice of the next one in line – buy the child chocolate, what’s you sorry? You don’t want, let me buy it!

At first I didn’t even understand the reason for such interference in other people’s affairs. And then I understood!