Mother, looking into the room, strictly orders:
Go to sleep, my dog.
When I came across, I blamed myself that it was too early to sleep. Immediately, it is explained that the mother was turning to her dog, who is cuddling and cuddling under the table.
- This is how you raise a child, you love it, and he still automatically accepts the turn of the "shell" at his expense, - the mother breathes.
What a child! The father immediately answered from the couch. I just exhaled myself.