FUNNY STORIES ABOUT CHILDREN

I have a colleague. She is my direct boss. She is just very attractive females. She is the owner of the priceless treasures in the form of a seven year old son.

Once the son at once has grown up: i.e., has been convicted stroll through the "interesting" sites.

Who is to blame, and what to do? Well, she is guilty. Gave the go-ahead to use the PC for cartoons and toys.

What to do? Husband helpfully suggested the old fashioned way what a colleague has reasonably noticed that if his parents reacted to the found of his childhood playing cards with funny pictures, sons with him, maybe never would be. And, although Makarenko was cast completely a physical effect on the body education, professional pride (the candidate of pedagogical Sciences) are not allowed to go the safe route. "She can handle a child, thought the mother and son took an educational conversation.

"Well, son. Like it?

The son lowered his eyes, but at the last moment mother had noticed his look of surprise: "Ha! What IT could not like?"

– You know, son, that is a site for adults?

The child nods, still below her head down.

– So you want to become an adult?

Head interested is lifted. "And who does not, mom! What silly questions you ask! Because adults have so many opportunities! Every day is candy-ice-cream-cake as you want! You can spend the day jumping on the trampoline in the Park. On the Internet to see about IT with a neighbor Earring, which suggested how to find IT. You can... uh-Oh! Why not just you can!

– Well! So today, son, you're an ADULT!

"WoW!"

– But you know that adults live differently? For example, adults, do not go to school, not doing homework.

"And she will tell me! Every day I get dad and jealous of black envy. Dad came home from work with a TV. Did you do this on the kitchen computer. And I tutorials! And 9-o'clock – to bed!"

– Now! Monday you're not going to school.

"WOOOOOOOW, WOW-WOW-WOW! YE-E-E-E-S!"

– Mom! And can I then in any game play?

"Sure, son. You're an adult! Why do you ask!? You can do what you want.

(after 10 minutes, the characters are the same, the scene is the same)

– Son, take the trash out, please!

"Damn! Now I have these bots will kill you! Okay, I put on pause".

(after 10 minutes) – the Son! Go to the store! Dad would come home from work, and we have bread@ little.

"Damn it!"

– Son, come on! Oh, and here's a list. Buy a kilo of potatoes, a stick of butter... And see that the oil was good, no vegetable fats. In the produce Department buys the parsley, green onions, a pound of cucumbers, a pound of tomatoes: I dinner salad will do. And make sure the vegetables were fresh, not lethargic. What I explain to you! You're an adult!

(half an hour) – Bought? Well done! Here umnichka! Ku-u-Yes!? And potatoes to help clean!

(half an hour later, when the son was lying a lot of cleaning and a few peas, which recently was proudly called a kilogram of POTATOES) – Well, you see how quickly we managed it together! Now can play. But first, sew up the sock. You got the hole I wanted, but now you're an adult. So, be kind!

(later, all the same and dad who came from work) – I Know, son! (untangling the son of thread and throwing out what an hour ago was a sock with a small hole), that's what I thought. Since you became an adult (me and my dad managed, somehow, to prepare for this), I'll talk to aunt Valya – she'll find you a job. After all, adults have to work. And so as a profession you have not yet, she'll make you a janitor in our housing Department. Then look for something else.

"Gee! Something here not so! Okay, it's 9 PM, and that I don't want to play".

– Aw, snap! Get back! Adults don't go to bed so early! Help me hang out the washing. I Pat, and you fold. Tomorrow is Saturday – a day off. I don't want the day to deal with the economy. Here are just a morning out, EACH in HIS room.

...

– Eleven? Well, what, dad? We go to bed? Son, you should go to bed too. Get up early tomorrow.

Dawn.

– Get up son! Aufstehn! You expect great things!

Feet in sneakers, ten steps to the bathroom, always so close and yet so far today. A five minute NAP on the toilet, five minutes over the sink, and twenty minutes for a table on a plate with Breakfast. The child looks up at mother, who was sitting opposite also with untouched Breakfast and looks at him with a smile. That's his mom. Still the same good, affectionate mother who will not let anyone hurt him. That still loves him. He approaches her, as usual climbs to his knees, buries his nose in the tickle of mommy's hair and whispers "in the ear":

– Mommy, I understand. I WANT TO CHILDHOOD!