Recently my son distinguished - on Mother's Day, the teacher told the children to draw portraits of their mothers, well, and my neighbor's painting on the party also decorated the breasts. The child wondered what you would say. However, the teacher decided to show his pedagogical talent and called me to school.
By joint efforts, we tormented my boy’s tears of repentance, and when I left school, I added a headscarf. So I returned home – I was in front, behind this bulldozers. On the way, a familiar woodsman followed us on the saunas, picked up. Dialogue along the way:
What a hiccups?
I painted my breasts.
to whom?
of one mother.
I found something to worry about. My son, when he was in first grade, was told to draw a horse. He painted as he could. The teacher returned the painting with the sign "Draw what is missing." Well, the boy was often in the forestry, there we have horses, the slopes with the cows, well, not thinking for a long time, decided that x%ya is missing. And I painted. Well drawn, a fool, with a sense, you can see that with knowledge of the subject. The next day the teacher showed me when I was called to school. In this picture, the horse is just an appendix to the fox. I had to pull the tail. The idiot could not just write that there was a shortage of tail. Oral on me as if I had drawn that x%i. And you are the breasts... Oh, sweet!
I see my boyfriend had fun. Don't give god now the teacher will force the children on February 23 to paint the fathers...