My tongue is my enemy. Or the merry start of the night)
What the devil pulled me to write today in the comments, that my eldest daughter thinks much better in the evening than in the morning! She thinks about it, but not always in a positive way. Nonsense, it turns out, in the evening, too, come to mind very actively) 23.50, having done English and chatting with me a little, is removed to the bath. Well, I think, the soul went and bainki. TEN TIMES! This "bainki" for me and for her was dragged on for another hour with a tail.