We put the children to sleep, we sit with our husband in the kitchen, we talk. I hear the thunder. We break down, we run into the room. The elderly (6.8 years old) fell in a dream, his legs on the couch, from his head to his thugs on the floor and continues to sleep. Looking at this charm, we start to press from laughter and then the son-in-law, without opening his eyes, clearly asks:
Do you want to raise me up?
They raised, of course, but could not rust anymore.