Mommy, my brother and I decided that we didn't need a plastic child ...
- Maaam ... Well, Maaaa! - Daughter unceremoniously pulled me out of the thinking that tomorrow he was driving on children in the kindergarten and how to make them go to rest along one look. In the hands of Sophia kept the pups Annabel with a pacifier in chubby sponges ("Moms, well, little children don't talk about! They need a nipple!" - I explain my daughter, riding funny).
I emerged from thoughts and looked at my daughter expectantly.
"Mommy, my brother and I decided that we didn't need a plastic child. And somewhere you urgently need to get a little living child. Better than two - a boy and a girl so that we were not offended and envistened to us and so that we do not fight. Well you tell us that it is not good to fight, "this tirade gave out my eldest child and in a sign of deep obedience (well, straight a golden child!) Bowed his head, glittering her eyes with blue glazes. Already after the first sentence, I started bad and I went stains.
They decided! No, well, you look, two doshrichenka decided that they need a company! They are 6 and 4. And they periodically reproach me in the fact that I am an evil mother, and the son, in particular, is going to go to the desert (as soon as dinner is delight, because in the desert they do not feed the cutlets and tomatoes of salt there), but cleaning Toys causes older nausea, diarrhea, deafness and brutal appetite at the same time. Son removes only for me. Another child?! Never…
- Sofu, well, first, in order to appear the child, you need dad and mom ...
"Well, talk to our favorite dislity dad, he loves you, loves us too, well, there, eyes of praise," the docha instructed, from which I was completely confused. Where does she have such acceptors?! I lived up to 35 years old and do not know that much can be solved, "praised by eyelashes!"
- My joy, I will cope with you with the voice of the German Shepherd! When I lay down to sleep, then the neighbors are stored above and below! In the summer, the whole courtyard thinks that children are tortured !!! And Misha is running out of the garden, like a hamster in the wheel, - I myself did not notice how the voice rose on the halfon.
Daughter's blue eyes watched absolutely calmly.
- We will help you, honestly-precessively! - asked the child, and then she suddenly passed on the whisper, - Mommy, Mamulchka, well, please, we really need this baby! Though after a year, at least 5, you can even finish school!
I squatted, noticed the splaral fear in the glazing. And approaching tears.
- Kitten, my laptop, why? Do not you have two of you, eh? I love you both so much! Well?
"Just, well, we will go to school, we will grow, and you ... You will grow old, right?" And then quite ... make up !!! And all, the skeleton later, - Sophia buried, irrigated my shoulder tears. - And if you still have kids, you can't grow old, because the truth is?! And no mom will be able to hurt, until her kids grow up! And never will never die !!! After all, the kids are always very, very much need mom !!! I KNOW!!!
I myself had already bit her lip so as not to break. I did not understand where such thoughts from her head. But the wave of tenderness, pity, wishes to protect, do not care about what, I flooded all me.
- I don't need any other children ... "I exhaled convulsively in a warm macushkin," I have you, my best children. " Well, if you ever get another baby, then I will still share on you, you are my ... and never try, and I will always be with you ... Mama can not be different, daughter. And you will become my mother and you will not grow old, well, but only a little bit, is a little bit ... sometimes ...
She taught me again ... My kinnisy little teacher. Thank you ... I will not grow old, honestly. I'm my mother!