I took my son to the kindergarten. A girl comes to me in the dressing room and says:
And your bone is my fiancé, and we are getting married soon!
I'm starting to slowly move away from such a staggering news that I'm going to be a maid soon, but here's another blow:
We will live with you.
Well, I did not expect such a slide at all. He decided to play his future niece. I ask her:
Does your mother not mind?
And then the six-year-old girl took me seriously:
“No, you know how hard it is to find a man with an apartment and an elderly parent.