I sit in the McDonald’s and drink coffee. Right in front of me is a high stand with the same high chairs. On one of these chairs grandmother puts a little boy of five years old. Right behind him the caring old lady puts a chair for herself.

The boy is trying to grab something out of the food, but the grandmother says, “Wait, now I’ll sit.” Finally, the old lady settles right behind the boy’s back, takes a big hamburger in both hands and commands: “Bite.” The boy is listening, but the grandmother is dissatisfied: “Bite more, you didn’t have breakfast.” This is how they are managed with a sandwich. The boy uses cola exactly as well without the help of his hands. At all the attempts to take food on its own, the grandmother cries: "Well, I have cleaned my hands, stop talking, eat, let's!"

I hope he writes on his own.