I have a daughter of under five years of age. I must say that very

An adequate person, I mean, any problems with her can be

Resolving the arrangements. We decided to put her ears in. Arrived in the salon. She

calmly and kindly talked to the cosmetologist, told about herself,

In general, I made the impression of a quiet, sweet,

of a benevolent creation, which is in the prick. promised her

The chocolate.

We went into the office. I walked the first, she watched closely.

He asked questions and showed no signs of excitement.

It was her turn. They processed ears, marked points, brought up a gun,

The Click...

And that’s where it started!! A herd of mad bisons is swallowing.

Screams, screams, tears and souls.

forty minutes. For forty minutes we could not handle the child and get to it.

The second ear. No words, no excuses worked. With rare

In the flashes of consciousness, she admitted that no, it didn’t hurt, that nothing

It did not hurt, but the second ear refused to give at all. We could not her.

Even by force! Following my teaching principles, I

I tried to penetrate her mind by promising that we would go from here right away.

A toy store and I will silently buy what she says. It worked

Exactly for the five seconds in which it came to her first.

I need an ear. In the end we succeeded. I am strong.

pressed the growing strength of Rebecca to himself, cosmetologist with one hand

She pressed her head, the other raised a gun, a click, a short scream.

The wounded nose.

The eyes of the child turned to the mind. All traces of hysteria disappeared.

from the face. My daughter fell from my knees. He asked very quietly: "All

What?" He approached the door, turned to the cosmetologist and smiled gently.

She said... "Thank you." (polite, damn) and went out. You can, I think,

Imagine our faces?

In the words of the administrator.

For forty minutes, the child’s wild cries, the mother’s screams and

master, cries, sounds of fighting, the ringing of beating dishes and broken furniture,

A click, a scream and silence... I grab my phone with the thought that I’m a dietu pipet.

has arrived. I see that comes out a cute, absolutely quiet, fit.

to me and says: "Where is my chocolate?" And from the office more

No one appears. Two people come out. Mommy is overwhelmed

Hair, blurred cosmetics and shaking hands. Master in the shirt.

Buttons and hands are removed. The girl who got her

She turned around and said, “Mom, where are you? We have already gone to

Shop for a toy, I’m a good guy!" And here was the HOKHOT..."

She caught me in the store. I went to the shelf, she ticked her finger.

(When I picked the most expensive, I struck the seller and

I counted money. The seller said there is a similar, but cheaper. I am

The following is "The Treaty."

Seller: "What is it?"

I: "Our ears pierced"

The seller speaks to his daughter: "This is a great guy! Not at all?

Are you scared?"

Daughter: "I am a nicotine. But my mom has some reason to shake her hands."

I slipped under the shelf.