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When my son was four years old, he only watched cartoons about robots – body hunters, monsters – swindlers, unscrupulous Japanese with magical crystals and other fucking stuff. Not that I was against, but I was stressed that he in no way wanted to watch our old, good, time-tested Soviet cartoons.
The plot is not violent, there are few explosions, there are no transformers - murderers.
In one word, stay back. My son will watch for me for two minutes.
Boniface and everyone asks:
For a long time? Maybe by the end of the mountain?
I loaded up and started to think about how to get my boyfriend into human cartoons?
Forcing - no point, promising new toys - will it not be fat, for watching cartoons...? (And then what then? Edak I will prove before he is going to eat ice cream only for chocolate candy...) You had to play on low human instincts, and what to do...?
He mastered the house from the mailbox, cut the windows, painted the walls, even built the roof with a pipe. Soon in the house settled small humans of the height of a fireplace and got a good farm: a sofa table, a bookcase and even a toilet, and most importantly, they acquired a huge plasma with a diagonal of up to three inches.
I immediately warned my son that these guys had their own lives, which we giants shouldn’t go into. They do not go into our house, they live quietly in their house under the table. They are not asked...
Suddenly the next day the son ran with square eyes and whispered loudly:
“Daddy, let’s run, men in their houses are looking at plasma!
Do they see and see that they are not people? The main thing is not to disturb them.
and scare.

Late in the evening the wife returned and with horror stumbled on the child lying under the table without signs of life... It was he who, having hidden his breath, looked through the window, as little humans were watching cartoons and had time to look at all of Winnie-Puch and Well weather. The next day, the humans took on the films of Gary Bardin and the son did not lag behind the liliputiks, pulled in.
So from day to day lying under the table, he became a major specialist on Soviet animation.