A story about my daughter and a beautiful card Bashny.Net

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Last birthday my seven year old daughter gave me a card. She did it herself, adorned with all sorts of drawings, applique, sequins, incredible beauty. I sincerely admired her and thanked daughter with all my heart. But apparently this was not enough for her. All day the daughter walked behind me tail and repeated:

— Daddy, you really like that card? Honestly? Really?

— Of course, true. You did well, daughter, I am very glad of your postcard.

But the daughter persisted and continued to ask me if I liked the postcard. In the evening I got a little tired, so I decided to have some fun. When the daughter once again asked me a question about a card, I said.

— Yes, honey, of course I enjoyed it. The best gift is one that is made with your own hands. Here you have a birthday in a month, I'm such a postcard will do — you will be delighted!

To the daughter frowned and gave:

Daddy and me such nonsense is not necessary! You're new phone has promised to give!

via factroom.ru