My sister and I at a very young age already knew how to turn on the TV (Horizon-107 was with us, and yes, we turned it off from the socket), but we were forbidden to turn it on ourselves, and in general to include anything in the socket. Thus e. Any device, in case of which, we could turn off, including the plate.



However, we had no idea where my mom was putting the cacao out of the pot, because we were unfamiliar with the toilet due to age. And one day, when the parents went somewhere, there was a moment when the pot was filled with fecal masses. We decided to help our parents, and empty the pot on our own, and the only place we knew for the junk was the dishwasher in the bathroom, as we saw my mom washing the pot there. The waste was fused greatly, but there was a problem with the cacao. They succeeded in falling out of the pot, but they did not get into the sink for some reason. They didn’t get there even when we stuck them there with a toothbrush. At the same time, they still left wonderful brown traces, which became a surprise for us.



When the parents returned, we, waving in a not very clean but empty pot, ran to boast of our independence. From our point of view, the shell smashed by the goose was merely a technical moment that we had not yet been able to cope with, because, I repeat, we thought the pot should be sprinkled there. But instead of joyful shouts of amazement, they felt that the parents were somehow unnaturally stressed.



No one, of course, insulted us, but on the same day we learned about such a thing as a toilet, and about its many useful properties.