I don’t know how you do, but when I was in school, children were afraid of parental gatherings, and now their parents are afraid of them! A short story from the 90s:



He came to the meeting with his daughter in the first class, with a body, in a shell, unshaken. And the man I am dense, in places very even round, in those years even a chain of gold, with a thick finger, was worn for release. The parties in the first class were still with a breakdown. He sat down and squeezed under the bubble. The meeting is going, what is being discussed. In the end, they went to the hooligans, and they say Natasha pins the boys with the foot in the head. I listened and quietly. My daughter’s name is Natasha. Here the mom jumped up and shouted, "Let's punish the parents of the children of the hooligan, and turns to the class, get up the parents" I jumped up as a roasted, and the party so and remained hanging on the belt, like a pack of the ballerina. Aunt stumbled and slipped into her party. And for a moment, she is a cool leader says: "Dmitry Nikolaevich, sit down, this is my Natasha pins, and yours only holds them" These were the meetings in 95 :)