For the younger (4 years old):

I sit with him, my wife in the other room. I’m hanging on my feet, talking about whether he’s small or big. It insists that big, just huge!
As a result, a song performed by the duet is born:

Big Oleg, the hands are bigger than the head!
Big Oleg, his legs are bigger than his hand!
Big Oleg, the pop is wider life!

In the same spirit.
The child is enthusiastic, composing new lines himself.
In the room drawn by the noise, a wife looks, I silence.
But the child, by inertia turning, releases on the whole house a new line, just born to him: huge Oleg, a dog more than a hand!

Fuck it...