Someone wrote that children are sponges. They with amazing speed, absorbing everything that surrounds them. And yet children are the mirrors. Who? Yes, we parents of course.
Taking my daughter to kindergarten. In that time, she was approximately 3 years. Drive wife. Her Opel Corsa (this is important). Have Corsi on the steering wheel to signal is not one large area in the center of the bar, as in most cars, and two small like buttons on the edges of the helm, under the thumbs of the driver.
In General we're going. Here honey, looking at me with his honest and sincere eyes, which are only for small children, asks the question:
- Dad, why is the signal on the steering wheel 2 buttons?
And while I'm sleepy trying to come up with an explanation of the idea itself:
- Ahh, I understand: if it (pointing finger, first left, then right) THERE is a goat fucking, and THERE's the goat fucking.