Coincidentally I heard the dialogue of young parents in the supermarket in the toy department. With them a child, a baby entirely. Daddy turns a radio-controlled machine in his hands, it is visible that he wants to buy it.
His wife: Well, buy, while Vanya grows up, you will play yourself.
The guy puts the machine back on the shelf, breathes and sadly says:
As long as Vanya grows up, I’ll break her.