I return with my son Eliya in the car from the village.
We are standing in a small block in front of the lighthouse on the stationary and suddenly, as to evil, the child "pressed" in a small need; asks to stop.
I say, I can’t stop – there’s nowhere.
He: But I can’t stand it!
I: Get together, the shirt.
He said, “I am not a scrap; the scrap absorbs!