I sit with my daughter (2, 5 years old) in the bath, poured foam. The bathroom. My daughter eats foam.
At the same time, the husband in the kitchen pouches a glass of beer to himself, the foam in the glass is also dull... begins to drink...

I (daughter) loudly: Let’s stop eating the foam!!!...
A couple of sec. Silence... the angry rooster of her husband... He runs and says - this is why you will never get horns, providence...