Early Saturday morning. The crap. and silence. In the apartment - father (lawyer), mother (lawyer) and a 3-year-old daughter. Dad in the bedroom, not yet finally awakened, is blessed in bed. Mom in the kitchen, caring for the household, making coffee and thinking about the menu for Saturday breakfast. A gentle child, full of strength and energy, jumps around the apartment.
Mom (from the kitchen) – “Daughter, run to Dad and ask when he will get out of bed.”
The girl runs to her father and asks a question.
Pope: "In ten minutes"
The daughter gives an answer.
Mom: "Ask Dad if he will have breakfast"
The girl runs to her father and asks a question.
Home "I’ll be"
The daughter gives an answer.
Mom: "Ask Dad what he wants for breakfast"
The girl runs to her father and asks a question.
Dad (don’t forget, Dad is a lawyer): "Please ask Mom to outline the horizons of prospects in the range of the available stock of products".
Daughter: “Mom, Dad said he won’t have breakfast.”