One day we went to visit distant relatives. Distant relatives was one of those men who accompany any phrase meaningful smile and talk with the children as if they face a very silly adults.
At the table, my brother reached for the sugar, and distant relatives pushed the sugar bowl. "Thank you," - said politely Bear. He was four years old, and he just mastered the great power of gratitude.
"Thank you for the bread you will not smear, - said gravely distant relatives - and in your pocket will not put."
Bear kept his head and blinked. A distant relative pointedly smiled and continued to drink tea.
In principle, I can easily imagine what happens in the mind of my four brothers. This is particularly became clear after the fact, when a distant relative got ready to leave, and found in his coat pocket a pack of melted butter.
Dad laughed so hard that the relative offended. And more, it seems, do not come here. And then my mother said with a sigh that could be limited and a quarter of the pack. Maximum - a half.