Anton approached and asked the obvious question: “Dad, how did you get to know your mom?”
I decided, he still had little to know, that I met his mother in the subway when I was driving home from a late shift, and she was sitting in front of me in headphones smoked, staring at me with pupils like a frog, and shaking like in an epileptic seizure. And when I still stood up and asked, maybe she was ill and needed to help, grabbed, like a horse, recorded on the turn of her visiting card "Dasha, makeup artist" the title of the song Aquarium "We were fucking" and said that I should listen and I would be just as bad.
And that when I invited her to a party with my friend, she immediately hanged on him, he was friends with her all night, and she gave it to me, and this friend is still not talking to me.
No, let him go to his mother. I can’t lie to a child about "study together".