I work for a company that specializes in website development, software installation and other computer stuff. To one of the programmers, the wife brings a 5-year-old son to work, saying, sit with him, daddy. In about half an hour, the son of Moses overtook everyone. And then suddenly an airplane passes over our building (they recently in Chelyabinsk often fly over the residential sector). In the office a terrible bull and drenching of glasses. and further dialogue.
Son: Dad, what is it?! to
The Father: The plane.
Is he falling?
Not yet yet. But if you don’t sit quietly, he will crash on you!
The child clinged to the chair and, in addition, as if the gift of speech was lost. So until the end of the day and sitting, then painting, then playing.
The evening. The programmer to his wife: "And what are you complaining about him? He sat quietly all day without disturbing anyone. You can’t deal with kids..."