We are four in the family: I, my wife and two daughters. I couldn’t decide who would walk the dog.
The game is: whoever says the first word, goes.
As soon as the dispute came into effect, the daughter with a stone face went to dress up, gathered everything needed for the dog to walk, and fell down. And here she is already opening the entrance door, a dog on a leash, the whole family has built up in the hallway, and we are practically a choir of "Molodec, Pola".
And Polya pleased begins to take off her jacket and says, “Here you got.”