My sister asked me to sit with my son on Saturday. Patsanu, 5 years old, saw me from strength twice in his young life. In the morning, they told him what to feed. The child quietly didn’t even cry, from the morning he was sitting and gathering his designer, and he didn’t say a sound. He offered to look, but he refused. It’s time to feed him, he doesn’t eat, he refuses. The hour has passed, also refuses, the designer collects a small engineer.

I call my sister and explain the situation. She told me to give my son a phone. He said something, he agreed. He approached me and said he wanted to eat. I have a mountain on my shoulder. The boy ate everything and asked for supplements. I asked for it again in an hour. I had to cook again. After an hour, his appetite felt again. “What a boy,” I think. And so a few more times.

In the evening, the sister came to pick up, and the boy lying on the floor is full and even the designer does not want to collect. I said, “Tanya, what did you say to him like this? He exploded to eat everything. = “

She shrugged and said, “I told him we lost it to you in the cards. Now he will live with you. But if he eats well and asks for a supplement, I’ll think he’s rude and give him back.” The boy probably wanted to go home.