Here is the story of my mom. She once worked with a self-confident lady, the wife of a military. If one of the employees shared at work some not very pleasant situations with children, the lady immediately stated that you are just educating them incorrectly, and always took the example of herself, perfectly raising her only son. No one argued with her, the son was really good, kind, calm and very kind. We studied in the same school. And everything would go on, but this lady gave birth to a second son, who placed a fat cross on her pedagogical armor. Once in the summer in the heat comes this pedagogical talent to work late and all in soap. The second boy was already in kindergarten. And one morning, the younger said that he would go to the kindergarten today only in his daddy's circle boots. The mother initially tried to press him with words, then eagerly, then shake, then cracked, it was only left to kill - the son stood on his death. And since it was not possible to leave him at home with anyone, but one, so they turned into a 30-degree heat, a mommy, all in troubled feelings, and a baby in Panama and chickens in the mouth. In the garden, they are still remembered. And then she stopped with her lessons. Maybe smarter...