My wife is studying law. On Sunday I went for a ride with the instructor, and I went for a walk with the kids. We return home, we approach the entrance, at the same time an unknown car enters us, the driver of the spouse, a man sitting next to him, a light box on the roof with some inscriptions and a phone number (“U” in the triangle and “driving lessons”).
Son (3.5 years old): “Ura, our mom works in a taxi!!“!”