Recently I, my mother and my younger brother (4 years old) were in the car. Quietly playing music, everyone thinks of their own and here small so colourful, with the arrangement issued:

It is a pity that my grandmother has no children.

He breathes hard.

Mom fell for 30 seconds, but we told him the terrible truth.

P. s. little real thought that every child is assigned a "grandmother" to help the mother. They were connected only by friendship.