We recently went to the lake: I, my mother-in-law and daughter (5 years old, white-colored angel with curls). We are going home, and the car does not start, and before this was already, the husband somehow quickly solved the problem. I call my husband and ask how to get the car. He tells me what to do, I try to turn off the screws, remove the safe box. The mother-in-law says, “Let’s ask some of the men, or you’ll break all the nails now.” I answer: "Yes, I'm not like a blonde - for a manicure to worry". Here the daughter enters: “That’s why I’m a blonde!” and goes straight to the nearest neighbor on the beach: “Uncle, help us get the car.” Blondes do not become, they are born.