A boy came to me in the hospital, aged 5-7. I started to look through my shoulder into the phone, to see what I was doing there. I don’t like when people look at me on the phone, so I turned away carefully. He started twisting his head, as if hinting, “Well, show me, right?”

His mother came, and he immediately came to her:

“Mom, he doesn’t let me look at the phone!

Mother :

Show him what you’re sorry for.

I am :

I have blood, murder and weapons here, do you not fear that a child will hurt the psyche?

The boy is happy:

I’m not afraid, I’ve played these games before.

I am :

You look at what he plays, there is blood and violence!

Mother turns to her son and is very angry and terrible:

Is it Maxim? What are you playing like that? Where is your blood and violence? Show me your games!

They go under the boy’s scream.

Excuse me, Maxime, I didn’t have to look at it.