Recently my son distinguished – on Mother’s Day the teacher told me to draw

children portraits of their mothers, well, and my in the picture of the neighbor's party

He also scratched his breasts. The child wondered what you would say. But the teacher

I decided to show my pedagogical talent and called me to school.

With our joint efforts, we tormented my boy with tears of repentance, and when

When I got out of school, I added a backpack. So they returned home –

I’m in front, behind that clutches. On the road, we were caught by a friend.

In the sanctuary, he took. Dialogue along the way:

What a hiccups?

I painted my breasts.

to whom?

of one mother.

I found something to worry about. When my son was in the first class,

I painted a horse. He painted as he could. The teacher returned

The title is “Draw what is missing.” The boy often

In the forestry there was, there we have horses, slugs with cows, well,

Not thinking long, I decided that there was a shortage of shit. And I painted. well

I painted, a fool, with a sense, you can see that with knowledge of the subject. I am on

The next day the teacher showed me when I was called to school. on this

The painting of the horse is just an appendix to the fox. It turns out that it should have

Drawing the tail. A fool could not just write that he didn’t.

The tail is enough. She spoke to me as if I had painted that shit.

And you are the breasts... Oh, sweet!

I see my boyfriend had fun. Don’t give god now the teacher will force the children

On the 23rd of February, fathers will paint... In laughter!