I went somehow from work. I worked as a sanitary technician next to the house. Sometimes I went home in working clothes. I go home after an active day of work, I consider the crown. We meet a beautiful girl with a small boy, a four-year-old. The boy looks at me closely and says, “Mom, let’s take my uncle. My mom says we don’t need that kind of man. I smile, Mommy is a little embarrassed, and the little after a short pause gives out, it's because he's a bombe.....?



Mama gets red, grabs the little on her arms and falls beyond the horizon. And I was covered by a laughing attack, so I did not laugh until or after. The boy is inscribed in my memory for a lifetime. Thank you small!