My wife and the younger went to my mother for the weekend. I am home with the elderly. He plays with friends on the street, right under our windows, then they run in the crowd, then for toys, then to drink, then to change clothes. I am busy at this time - I prepare lunch, parallel my floors and clean up. A boy from their company watching this picture says to me

- But my dad said that a man should come to the kitchen only to eat, and the cloth can not even touch.

While I was thinking how gently to explain that his dad was not quite right, one girl was quick:

- Oh, everyone knows that your dad has something strange... And with noise and laughter the children ran out to the street, and the boy came out thoughtful.

Thanks to you, good girl.