When your child is a victim of endless new year's morning

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Daughter is nine years old. Recently we attended a performance of "Gerda and Kai". Room is Packed for the brim, around a kids with teachers and parents. And then the scene where Gerda encounters robbers. The robber pulls out a gun and begins to count: "one, two, three...".

It's intriguing silence and then my child loudly cries:

— Herringbone, burn!

Another moment of silence and the hall peals of sonorous laughter. And not waiting for a dressed Christmas tree, daughter burst into tears.

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