The cats will understand me. That feeling, when at 3 a.m. you want to throw your pantyhose into a furiously scratching and something beating puffy ass, you drop your hand under the bed, and there instead of a pantyhose - another cat...

I wrote my first poem at 5 years old. In chordy letters, something about pudel and grass, even in rhythm. She told my mom that my kids couldn’t write poetry at the age of five, and that I invented it, copied it from a book. My husband went to the first class and was able to correctly multiply three-digit numbers without a calculator...until his teacher embarrassed him for this before the whole class. My children did not go to kindergarten, I am against this equalization of abilities. The eldest daughter at the age of 7 read all of Harry Potter (this is 7 books of 350-450 pages). A month for three, in free time, naturally, as you wish. The younger does not want to read, he has five, he only reads by slogans. He paints better than me, he loves it. At the age of two, the older woman did not know how to roll the ball, but she did not get it, although all the smart books say "the child should be able to." The younger refused to speak at the age of two, although smart books say he should. But here he climbed on the slopes at 1.5 years as a fuel Olympian. I had to completely dismantle the ladder on a two-storey bed, I was scared, although he climbed really cleverly. I am for what. Every child has their own needs, their own stages of development, It is important to love and notice them in their own. Love and develop your children, and let them surprise you with their talents.

But, by the way, crocodile bags are vegan or not?
I did not eat it.
YYY: Crocodile bags are not vegan
In other words, you are not vegan.
What if the crocodile is dead?
And we transplant his skin to another crocodile.
Is the other crocodile a bag?

I learned to read, I don’t remember how and when. But I learned, and now I have to read all this shit that you wrote here :(

Very good reader.
A young man who sees the electricity
A. Belyaev, The Invisible Light

One of my favorite in childhood.
A pleasant read)

I am now standing on the doorstep of the store, smoking and watching the flow of cars circling the holes on the road. I look, I mean, I look, and here I understand that we were prepared for this in the auto school. Do you understand? The road will not be normal.

Sam258: Since the early morning of March 9 to work, he decided to make his wife a "romantic" from the 7th to the 8th. While he washed and shaved, opened wine, lit candles and made half-dark, the younger woman woke up. Naturally, she came to us in the room and grit: "What New Year?". Blow the candles. They put the youngest in their room. Romance with a sleeping child is not that. I decided to move to the kitchen. He lighted candles, made darkness, opened wine.
In the kitchen on the battery sits a cat, heats up, shines with his eyes. Romance with a cat sitting on the battery is not it. They threw the cat out into the corridor. The cat thought that once she was driven out of the kitchen at night, they wanted to eat something delicious without her. She began to resist to stay to eat delicious with everyone. In a desperate resistance, a flower turned from the window. Fortunately, my wife and I weren’t out of the way. The flower struck on the floor awakened not only the younger, but also the older daughter. They didn’t get up in the morning, and then they both stuck in the kitchen.
What is "What is New Year"
I blinked the candles, and I shouted: “8 March! Congratulations on your..."
We all sit in the kitchen. The younger unpacked the doctor’s kit, the older mastered a new smartphone, the cat eats its food, the wife smells the flowers and the wine clings, and I rinse the ice in the whisker.
In general, everyone is happy... the flower is only sad...
From March 8th, girls!

I noticed that a lot of people write "And I could read at 3/3,5/4 years". And like this means that their parents were dealing with their children. No one has yet written "I taught my child to read at 3/3,5/4 years". It’s the same there.)

The project office. A thin 25-year-old guy has nothing to do with a dating site.
This one is terrible... This one is old... Well, this one is terrible... This one is terrible... This one is terrible... This one is terrible...

Two employees, unnoticed and quietly stealing, steal a mirror in front of the monitor and quickly escape.

I go - in the accounting office three girls with an enthusiastic look look at the screen, very much with interest... Well, I think, an interesting video on YouTube found. Everything was clarified by the emotionally so abandoned phrase: "and now let’s look at the 76th account!".

Included a 20-minute workout, and there on the hands with the gloves. There was no whiskey in one hand, and a whiskey in the other. This desperate desire of the alcoholic to Zohu

by Habr
When the interest in the media stars is extinguished - they lay naked, when they lose interest in software - they lay out sources.

Do you think that journalists are not taught how to express their thoughts? I read here: "...the private kindergarten for a higher cost offers more services than the municipal. For example, it is English, and sport, and creativity in one place. " In one place they have creativity, ah.

I took work, translations in one office, mostly written translation. One day a person called me and said they gave me my number in the office and recommended me as a good translator. Well, I just said yes, asked what translation, started talking about the upcoming work. A lot of nuances, and you need to look at the material for translation, in order to evaluate the work and timing, so we began to agree where and when we will meet. He began to think, apparently about time and place... there was a small pause, suddenly he says to me, “I’m a vegetarian” and throws the phone. To say that I am an offgel, not to say anything) I even thought that it was a joke, well, it doesn't happen, it's a joke from the internet, many know "and I'm vegan!". A few minutes later, he called back, apologized that the connection was broken, said that he was looking at his diary and dropped the phone. He repeated that he was a vegetarian and said, if it wasn’t a problem, that he would like to meet in a vegetarian restaurant.

Friends are burning:
- And no one knows where the strawberry, which is sold on the streets for 150 rubles?
Probably from a 3D printer.

Your discussion of educational issues is flawed. On March 26th, the experts will come up, and then we will find out.

Comments on Survival:

Once I took this cat with me to survive... so while I was asleep, this cat joked somewhere and then came to warm his ass around my warm nose, which was running out of the bedroom... Since that time, the cat has thought I am the worst beast in the forest.

Scientists were able to cure paralysis by reprogramming a patient’s brain:
XXX - You see, so someday we will live before the release of the driver right_hands.sys
YYY - I can imagine when the profession of "brain programmer" becomes massive. He came to the patient, and he after the session can not rejoice: he wanted to move his hand - his leg is shaken, he wanted to move his foot - he dropped.

A few months before my adulthood, my father asks if I want to earn money. I agree and ask what to do. Dad says that he bought the beaten dozen for 15t and if we invest a little effort and a little money in it, then we can sell it much more expensive. So began the month of buying spare parts, painting, garage tea drinks and pick-up mat, when something doesn’t work out. But we did it, after a month, this dozen was like just coming down from the conveyor, nothing broke, didn’t knock and looked very even decent (for VAZ, of course). The father said that he would look for a buyer for her, I agreed, the first two weeks I questioned him, but he refused, saying, no one has money, no season to sell the car, etc. A few more weeks are passing and I successfully forget about this car, because it’s time to take the exams in the auto school.



And here, my birthday, my parents wake up early in the morning, my mom says they have a surprise for me, give me 10 minutes to collect, close their eyes and take somewhere. I think it's such a surprise, nothing comes to my mind, but in another 15 minutes they remove the bandage from me and I see my garage and this tenth... Dad smiles echoingly, mom tells me that I'm already big and I need a car, but for a good I have to earn myself. And I stand and look at my father giving me the keys.



Z is. The car served me faith and truth for about two years, then it was successfully sold.

To all the men who defend the friends here, I wish in the “friends” of the hypocritical gay. That you believe him, as yourself, to think that you have common interests, that he is pleasant to communicate with you - and it would end up with harassment for a joint "chicken of tea" and a crackdown of friends about the fact that the poor girl supposedly loves you, and you, the rookie, are so rude with him! Optionally, let this rat also scare away the women you like, depicting him as if he is already your couple, and ensuring the corresponding reputation. Maybe it will finally come that there is no good there.