When I look at you, I remember my father. When my mother gave birth to her sister, it was the first child he saw alive, not in the picture. he was in shock: she turns out to be commands as a puppy does not learn from birth. The joke is that I have never seen more perfect children before or after. She never cried, didn’t run where I put it there and took, ate what they said, no options in the form of “I want it!” I don’t want it" She was always pleased with everyone, sometimes she cried quietly. He even cried on that. However, the funniest thing started later. he decided that all the kids were like that (devil laughter behind the picture:)
When a boy was born, it was something. Not the genes, but the genes. but! This is a boy. He slips, runs like a bitten man and whispers unceasingly in order to express sadness, joy, indignation, and just shake his lungs. Everything gets enough, pulls, turns, jumps, slips, rides on the floor, knocks, crumbles, melts, falls, and again on a new. No bruises, scratches, dog bites, demands and warnings from adults stop him. Illustration to the song "in every little child"

And here the father began to wave the hysteria of a two-year-old sick boy. Because it is loud! He wants silence! And the order! Why didn’t they have time to clean? Why didn’t they cook? He sees that the child cannot be left for a second, that any order flies instantly, but the Indian sheriff's problems are not fooled. It is good if the house is not forced to build, and the mva does not subdue.