At work, the boss shared family practice:
We were in the car three - my wife, my friend (her cousin) and I. A friend, the owner of the car, pulled his hand and could not lead. I drank anti-allergic and therefore sleepy. Therefore, the wife, with whom we previously fought and continued to find out the relationship. On a blind turn on the road, the devil knows where the cat came from (in the middle of the woods) and the wife, in order not to stifle the cat, flies. The attempts of a friend to correct the situation were not successful (no pedals in the neo) and we fit into a tree that grew on the side. After making sure we are all okay, a friend goes out to inspect the car. The nervous woman begins to cover me completely, as if I was all to blame. A friend approaches the driver’s door and encouragingly knocks his wife on his shoulder:
Now you only have to give birth to a daughter.
I was surprised by the sudden change in the subject.
As a real woman, you have already destroyed the house, the tree has fallen, there is only a daughter to be born.
So we reconciled.