I was going to visit my older sister, she called me and said, "I am in the clinic, as soon as you come - put up to cook potatoes."

While I drove from the platform to the house, I called my niece — she was ten at the time — and asked, “Do you know how to clean the cardboard?” He answers something like, well... I didn’t have my children at the time, in addition, at that age I already cleaned potatoes on a constant basis, so that answer convinced me quite well, and I told my niece to proceed with the task.

I come in 15 minutes - she opens the door to me all in tears, hands cut - in blood and dirt (I didn't wash the potatoes), in the trash - cleaning the thickness of the fingers, and lies a single potato - the size of a ping pong ball.

She regretted her niece, of course, then taught her to use a knife. And now this case is always remembered to laugh.