A few years ago, in the kindergarten, where the son was going, decided to conduct the testing of children. I invited a psychologist, who decided that the drawing will tell everything.

In the evening, the wife calls, the voice shakes, says you need to talk seriously.

Karoche, his son, painted everyone, even the dog, with colored flommasters, and me, black, and also painted black.

Paper from a psychologist: I am a tyrant, my son is afraid of me, I keep in fear of everyone and everything.

I blame myself for my sins.

I sat in front of him and asked:

“Son, why did you paint all of them with colored flommasters and paint me black?”

The answer characterizes the work of fashion psychologists:

“Daddy, the color painting stopped, I said and they gave me black, I had to paint you black.



What is the point of history, you ask? The psychologist no longer works in the kindergarten, but has his practice, where parents take the children.