The elderly began to register the middle daughter’s mailbox. The younger made hysteria: “I want my mailbox!!!” Sitting in the mailbox too!!!" A long oral I went out to cook, asking the elderly to read him or include the cartoon.
I say silence. The older ones turned out brilliantly: placed the younger (he is 3 years old) in a cookie box, announcing that it is a mailbox. Sitting there was comfortable, by the way.