I watched the picture: a boy of about 7-8 jumps into the pool on the heads of the passing ladies. Mom sits nearby and is very happy about this behavior of the child. First, the ladies express displeasure, barely having time to dodge the thirty-kilogram carcass. Mother is having fun. “The Onion Foal,” she explains the actions of the juvenile bully.
On the fifth or sixth jump with a “bomb”, a weighty kid still hits the target – as if with his feet in the
brain of a blond girl. The blonde went under water, but quickly surfaced and yelled at the entire pool. If you remove her obscene words, you would think that she did not say anything. I understand her emotions. Imagine a weight of 30 kilograms falling on your head. Continue reading
I began to accustom my daughter to independent actions quite early. From primitive cooking yourself breakfast or dinner. If she said that she wanted to eat, then sometimes I answered her: “If you want, eat! Food in the refrigerator. ” When the daughter was still small, she herself went to the kitchen, took out ready-made food from the refrigerator, warmed up and ate. Of course, everything is under my supervision, but on my own. And when she became older, she began to cook herself.
– Mom, I really want fried potatoes.
“Yes, me too, daughter.” Fire us all, please.
Then she periodically ran in and asked what and how to do. Sometimes I went out into the kitchen to make the fire smaller so that the potatoes would not burn at all. And when her daughter cooked herself, Continue reading