You have strange children, god. My mother, as a child, also promised to give me an internat.
After a brief explanation of what an internship is, I had a picture in my head: it is a place where there are many children and at least adults. The gift of fate was decided by my five-year-old being. And on another parental threat I shouted joyfully - Ura!! At the Internat!
I was not offered to go there anymore :)
Could I have struck the psychic of my parents?