X: Fuck, and I was similar. At the height of the process, my girl is like this - hit me!

My mother taught me that girls can’t beaten.

Uncertainly, she wrote so.



Yyy: Even during sex he is about his mother!

Any power sings sweetly, but it always lacks your voice.

I took my son from the garden. We walk down the street, talk about life, the weather is great, suddenly he asks:
When will I go to the military?

I did not expect this from a six-year-old boy.

“You’re still early, in twelve years, I say.
And you when?
I am old, I don’t need the military for a long time. Why did you talk about this topic?

It turns out, in the garden five boys play in the military: Andrei, Artem, Sasha, Kolya and my Anton. Kolya, such a roasted and pink boy, they call Batyaja Kombat. There is also a captain, a soldier, a sergeant and a wagon driver. Anton is a soldier.

“Dad, take me to the military now. I just want to see.

I agreed, only said, tomorrow, today is too late.

At eight in the morning, Anton was already standing at our bed.

- The military committee is still closed, early, - I broke out.

The son got the phone, showed the schedule of work of this institution - from half nine. I took a breath and went for breakfast. My son looked at the clock.

At nine they went out. Ten minutes by bus, a few minutes on foot, and here he is, the military commissariat of our district. Anton worried: he is the first of all kindergartens to visit the actual military command, the boys will be jealous!

Go to the main entrance. On the first floor crowded young guys, the call in the midst.

A young woman in a white coat and a mask was sitting at a brown table, looking at us with amazement. I sent Anton to look at the pictures on the wall, whispering to explain the situation.

To my surprise, the woman did not get angry, asked her son's name, said a few words to another employee. Then he turned to the boy:
“Let’s go, Anton, I’ll show you one interesting place.

I took him by the hand and went to the second floor. She talked about service, tanks, soldiers. My son listened with great enthusiasm.

And here we stood in front of the big door. Behind it is an act hall, red chairs, a tribune, a flag. We went to the tribune, Anton looked at everything with great interest, touched. The door opened, a woman looked into the room, told something to our storyteller, smiled at the boy and waved her hand.

The woman who accompanied us spoke to her son:
“Anton, on behalf of the entire military commissariat, allow me to hand you a certificate as the youngest and most determined soldier in our city.

And she proceeded to him a beautiful form indicating his surname and name, as well as a small flag of the Russian Federation and a small poster with a calendar that depicts the building of the military committee.

The child was entirely delighted. We thanked the officer, the son touched my sleeve and asked:
Dad, take a picture of me here.

Using the opportunity, I want to say to you, Regina Igorovna, a huge thank you for the positive emotions given to us and our son.

From the letter of Alexey,
Mr Chelyabinsk

The oculist’s office.
What letter?
and me.
There is no letter “me”. There is the letter “am”. Do you understand? What letter is that?
and no.
What kind of “no”? “Ann,” you know, “Ann!” What letter is that?
...........
Why are you silent? Do not see?
I see.
So you say!
The ep?