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My ball
It happened the other day. Dad, that is, I told my mother some twit. Mom took the floor a large inflatable ball Lizonka our daughter (2.5 years old) and has become a dad beat a ball on the head (not painful) to Dad this is no longer spoken.
Lizonka ran into my mother as a hurricane, shouting:
- Mom, do not hit a ball daddy!
Snatched the ball and took the opposite corner of the room. Mom and Dad are happy that my daughter grows responsive, and ask:
- Lizonka, why Dad can not beat the ball?
The child turned back to her parents and, clutching the ball carelessly throws over his shoulder:
- My ball.
Lizonka ran into my mother as a hurricane, shouting:
- Mom, do not hit a ball daddy!
Snatched the ball and took the opposite corner of the room. Mom and Dad are happy that my daughter grows responsive, and ask:
- Lizonka, why Dad can not beat the ball?
The child turned back to her parents and, clutching the ball carelessly throws over his shoulder:
- My ball.
