True Frenchman

Flew once in the summer next to a young family: mother - Ukrainian, dad - a Frenchman and an 8-metsyachny toddler. As soon as I sat down, lit up like a kid glazёnki, almost toothless mouth broke into a smile and he held out his arms demanding in my direction. Well, for the children's love and attention has long been accustomed to, but this time the child is simply glowed with happiness. Five minutes with my parents wondered what attracted so crumbs: can a chain around his neck, or glasses, or long volosy.Nakonets decided to experiment. Toddler was given to me in his arms and barely reaching the destination, the shrimp with both hands clutching at my chest pressed against her cheek and blissfully closes his eyes. I'm laughing, the next number, watched with interest the developments intelligently pushes a laugh, mother of the child is sitting red and only pops mouth. But finally all went after the imperturbable and even proud of my father's comment: "A real man! True Frenchman! "