Change of Generations

We sit in the house and rest. My wife is sleeping, my kids are with me. At the box some militant, and the hero shoots the clock with a knife.

Here, the elderly 16-year-old suddenly says, “Do you know how to throw knives?”
I : of course. As a child, I played with knives.
In the sense of childhood?! to
I: Well, there was such a fun before. When I was 6-7 years old, I started playing socks in the yard. In the territory or ships.
She: at 6 years old? Are you scratching again?! to
I: Yes, if you want to, let me learn.
We go out into the yard, I learn how to properly hold, how to approximately calculate the distance... I draw a circle. We start playing.

She after half an hour: "I still don't believe that before at 6 years old in knives played, children with knives walked..."

The woman goes out on the doorstep: “Oh, you’re playing with knives? I want to be with you! She hasn’t played since childhood!”—the daughter’s eyes are rounded, and the wife continues: “You don’t fix the brush, so Dad wins. I will teach you the right way!”
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by Chupakabra981