Meeting in Skype. I sit and listen silently. The child enters all in his thoughts, does not notice anything and asks straight from the threshold:
“Mom, do you remember my dad painted eggs?
and KCHH. (I have drowned)
... (in Skype after a couple of laughs hanged silence, developers monitor the development of events).
I shut my breath, what did I do?
Well, you remember, in the refrigerator, you painted all the eggs, and in the morning, Dad went to cook an omelette, and his eggs are built there.
*I, a powerful relieved exhalation* A, yes, it was like that. I have a meeting, sorry.
I, trying to keep the seriousness, in the skype of God, let’s go on.
- in skype, hichikanie, revitalization and non-working atmosphere.

No-no, I’m not going to tell anyone what it was :)