Two years ago, the daughter guarded at the Christmas tree, very wanted to see Santa Claus, but didn't wait and fell asleep. Last year, my dad and I put some traps on Santa Claus. They thought Santa will come with gifts, fall into a trap, there will be noise, everyone will wake up and Santa will see. And this year, the daughter offered to turn on the video camera to record for the whole night, the father appreciated the idea and helped the camera to install - and the daughter finally "catch" Santa Claus. In the morning on the video was seen as under the tree like magic boxes appear... bac, bac, bac, one after the other grown pyramids with packed gifts. Then you can see a little bit of a sleeve or a piece of a red shirt - and that's all. The child talks all day about the "catched" Santa Claus.

In general, you have to pay tribute to Dad, the fairy tale is good and technically sophisticated.

My nephew is 15 years old and will finish school next year. At the NH, a class leader (57 years old) was called to hold a New Year's morning for the younger classes by the forces of his class. I decided to serve the type before the new director.



For some reason, she in the best traditions of marasma and due to the lack of understanding of the youth decided that all the youth is listening to rap and the New Year's number will also be in the style of this is all. Type here the entire final number they all the class depict the rap of some, and at the end she reads the rap. Spanish shame is short.



It is clear that almost the whole class said that there would be no cooking in this hell. Not because they are against participating in the event, but because the scenario is damaging on all fronts. Clash of tears, complaints to the director, the challenge of parents, an extraordinary parental meeting, threats to fall on the EGE and all in this spirit.



In the course of the conflict, the director proposed to parents to turn on the animators, since their children decided to organize sabotage and break the morning. Parents from such extortion flattered and offered the director a complaint to the Department of Education, the Ministry of Education, the Prosecutor’s Office. The director has also been a lot upset. Just as soon as she was appointed to the post, she apologized, said she was hot and so on.



As a result, they decided to do Santa Claus from the clan of laborists / fisrucs, as well as a 57-year-old snowflake from the category of "so-your-class leader".

When I was a child, I wanted a console very much, my mom could not afford to allocate so much bubble to the "cinescope burner". I searched and handed away bottles and cardboard, accumulated, about half. Grandma, knowing, decided to give the second half to her birthday. But she said that she is afraid to entrust such money to me and will give it to her mother, and she will buy it. And bringing my savings, mom gets the second half, we go to the store... and buy shoes to my older sister, and I get plasticine.

This morning my brain offered me an adventure. At 7.10, when it was already necessary to get up, he suggested to turn the alarm back to 7.05. Wake up at 7.05 and set again at 7.10. To win another 10 minutes. At first it seemed to me a general idea.

To break with the question to the President is easier than to understand on the spot.

He stumbled onto a funny story, as a cat rushed to the robber protecting the mistress, thereby showing that not only dogs are capable of deep devotional feelings. And I remembered my own beast, of a noble breed, the Siberian courtyard, who lived with me for 19 years and rested in the bosom five years ago, but managed to become so close friends with his daughter that at one time he caused the child more confidence than I did.
From the first month, as he took his daughter from the nursery, he was constantly trembling near the baby bed, silently endured all the crushing and crushing for different parts of the carcass. When the daughter was capricious at night, he was sitting next to him and whispering, whispering like a tripping tractor. As a result, when the daughter just started walking, in a year and two months, there was an incident that determined who of us with the cat, the more trusted person :)
My wife went to the store, I walked in the kitchen, with the cat waiting nearby, and the daughter played peacefully on the floor in the room, but apparently bored and decided to visit us. She reached the wall to the kitchen and lost her support. We and the cat froze, thinking what to do - to throw the burned bowl and run away, or it will happen, and the daughter shrinking gathered with the forces for a powerful rift, as it is usually in children and happens, we must first realize the depth of the tragedy, then find a trusted person who will rush to comfort, and only then to rage from the soul. I stood there for a moment, looking at the cat, then at me. To him, to me. Then I went and hugged the cat :)

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