I come somehow from school, and at home my little sister stayed alone, she was then five years old, I do not remember why she stayed alone. She begins to tell me, “Let’s go, the thieves wanted to come to us, but I scared them. I hear that someone is scratching under the door, well, I think I need to do something, I approached the door and with such a strictly strict voice as my dad, I say, "Daughter, bring me PLACSOBUCKS (platty, in childhood I said a few words badly, like many children)" - and then I remember that I speak this word badly and again I say, "Oh, daughter, don't need PLACSOBUCKS, better bring a hammer" - I just rolled on the floor, and she stands so proud of her deed and doesn't understand anything, what this inadequate guy is)