Actually, I am obedient. And even various outside grandmothers are seting me up as an example for their grandchildren. More often than not, I really agree with my parents. Nearly. But sometimes, very rarely, all of a sudden ... Dad calls it CONFRONTATION. And my mother says that I DO NOT WANT to wake up in me.
      The weather this Saturday was just awful. I really wanted to take a walk, but it didn't work out. Then I started painting. The drawing was silly. I tried to draw a cow with a small calf. But the cow came out all the time like a sofa with horns. And the calf looked nothing like anything.

I was already starting to get angry, and then my mother came up to me:
      - Let's go have some tea. With cheesecakes.
      “I don’t want syrniki,” I said grimly. - I want ... I want with sausage cakes-cooks!

Then dad intervened:
      “If you don’t want it, don’t. Let's take look at the new book on animals that Aunt Lina gave you. Look, the book is simply gorgeous! And what pictures! Well, don’t sulk, child. Guinea pigs? See how funny they are?
      - I don't want to talk about guinea pigs. I want about river sheep!

- Dad looked through the book again and looked into some other section - there is a rhinoceros! Will it go?
      - He's not going anywhere! I don't want a rhino! I want this ... ponytail!
      - Hmm ... mouth-tail? There is an elephant.
      - I don't want an elephant! I want ... I want ... I want ... - Nothing came to mind.

And then I suddenly realized that I was terribly tired. Inexplicably. -I want tea. With cheesecakes. May I, Mom?
      "Fuuuf," Mom said.
      - Come on!
      I ran after her into the kitchen.
      - Mom, is there any berry jam left?
      - No, - my mother shook her head, - only sea jam. For sea girls. Sit down, drink. She put the cup in front of me. - I've already salted.