My son 4 years. I hate washing and washing, I’m sure I can.
- You will be clean and beautiful - the girls will love you, and the family will be, you will be all so washed and scented - you will have your girl - the most loving.
The child with doubt looked at his father's side - the unwashed, grown-up admin quietly rubbing in the console with the future project under even more brutal hard rock. The beloved reliably ripped off, licked lunch off his beard and turned to the computer.
Mom, how did you get to Daddy?