I come from work, change clothes, go into my daughter’s room to kiss. It wipes and wipes tears. I don’t understand, okay...I go into the kitchen. My husband decided to clean up the potatoes. The picture is like this: a package of potatoes on the floor, garbage, a pot with water and a dark-dark concentrated man, straight all the universal sorrow on his face. I stood astonishing...And then...I understood...Five minutes later I joined my daughter))))))))))))) The technology was like this: I cleaned the potato, threw it into the water, pulled the cat out of the potato bag, took the potato, cleaned it, put it in the water, pulled out the cat, took the potato, cleaned it, put it in the water, pulled out the cat.