I have a son, almost 5 years old.

They went to play with his aunt and ran away from her. He calls his wife in tears, looking for her. The woman comes out of the entrance, and here the runner is sitting on the bench. I went to my grandmother, and my grandmother, let's mock, you can't say that, I was scared, worried, and if I die?

The little one replied:

No problem, I have a grandmother.

My grandmother’s response to the second candidate was barely enough.)