We have a roast here.
In the corner, all parts of the wooden Ikeev railway were hidden for a child. He loves her, but it’s like a New Year’s tradition for us – we only get it on NZ. Carroches, got, assembled, built, bridges, tunnels, wagons, all seriously, even argued that much better... we sit and play for two. A child, what a child? He’s in the kitchen and looks.
I remembered it only in 20 minutes. HDD
Fuck the fuck. ))
There is still an alternative to the helicopter on HDD radio control for parents