It afflicts and touches to the depths of my soul the care and ingenuity of my three-year-old spinoff.
We sit in the room in the evening, the wife is psychotic in connection with the unbearable behavior of the son and husband. Bringed to hysteria by our disobedience, she cried out to the child: “All! I am tired of you both! Nikita, pull the rope, I’ll go and hang myself! The emotions of the loved one go down, and Nikita runs away from the room to the neighborhood. A few minutes pass, everyone has already forgotten about this local conflict. We lie with my wife on the bed: “Where is Nikita?” and “Where is Nikita?” In response to her words, the enthusiastic child runs into the room, pulls a rope on the floor on the rope, serves the mother's wire.

...I did not find the rope, but found an alternative only to please my beloved mom=) the creative man is growing...=)
c) the grey