I have a friend. And when his wife's time came to give birth, they decided to call his son Gleb. Obviously, they answered that they would be annoying to explain. But my friend was relentless. At first, everything was easier in the kindergarten, the children were still small, but Gleb went to the first class - and it went! Give me bread! “Greek, go after the bread!” Clearly, the boy is hysterical: "Why did you call me so! ? to Couldn’t she be there, or could she be there?”

And last summer, a friend bought a larger apartment in another neighborhood, and the son was transferred to a neighborhood school. He was taken to second grade on September 1 with tears and tears. He was somehow accustomed to himself, and again he refused to experience all this! But! When his mother picked him up from school in the evening, the child smiled and no tears were seen. A friend asks his wife, “What happened? How is it?” “That is so! In his class, it turns out, students Taras, Edik and Anton! Our Gleb almost died of happiness! and)))