This is a nice child, and I am an adult aunt, I went to the sanatorium with a child for 10 years. In the Sanatorium library was held a literary victory for children. All participants were awarded prizes at the end of the contest, which included: an album, colored pencil, a magnetic with views of mountains and the sea... and balls. Ordinary balls are not inflated.

The children gave their prizes to their parents, they are dissatisfied, because they did not need this victory, they were cut off from their phones, the moms are dissatisfied, because the children are dissatisfied.

Here I say to my son: Do you know that?

I take the ball, blow it up, stretch the hole for air input. The air comes out of the ball with such a loud, penetrating pig whisper.

All the children were resurrected.

The whole sanatorium.

In the evening at dinner, the elderly neighbors at the table (he is a retired general, she is his most intelligent wife) say: a nightmare like today, whispered all day, until the head got sick.

And then my son proudly declares: It is my mother taught everyone!