how are they crushed by the impact! I clenched my fist several times. Still nice!
In such an upbeat mood, I slowly dressed and went into the kitchen. Mother was not at home, but daddy was waiting for me, it seems! He sits at the table with a tense smile and pretends to eat lunch. It was then that I remembered what Columbine had said about mommy. Well, let's try!
- Hello! How are you?
- Hello! Things are good, did you like our last conversation?
- Well ... Nina ... and what, you want to continue? - Dad drawled, embarrassed and blushing terribly.
- Cook me coffee! - I demanded, unfastening a pair of clasps on the dress.
- Coffee !? You know, mommy can not stand even the smell of such drinks! Only clean water, in extreme cases - milk! - scared dad.

For the first time I spoke with my father in such an orderly tone! For elders and ask - something that is not accepted; that it is necessary - they will give it themselves, and your Wishlist does not interest anyone. And I suddenly demanded! Daddy didn’t pay attention to that, which pleases, only my mother was frightened. In this case, I will squeeze it, hee!
- Well, if you are afraid ... - I buttoned.
“Nah ... not that I'm afraid ...” Dad bleated uncertainly, looking pained at how I tidied up my clothes.
- Do you like my socks? I asked, throwing my legs on the table and lifting the dress a couple of centimeters.
- O-very! - responded daddy stammering and timidly stretched out his hand to my ankles.
- Where!? Where is my coffee !? - I shouted.
Frightened, he pulled back his hand and stood in indecision. Neither the coarse shout, nor the legs on the table, he did not react. Paused. I was pulling the buckle on my chest, and he looked plaintively at my legs, then at the clasps.
- Do u have long socks? He finally squeezed out.
- Let's talk about the items of ladies' toilet for a cup of coffee ...

Dad still stood, thought and rushed to the combine. Coffee in our house was never brewed, so he fumbled for a long time, and even looked at me every minute. As a reward, I shifted the hem up a little each time. It seems that he managed to cope with the task - a thick unfamiliar aroma swam across the kitchen. Perhaps this is coffee! It smells nice, probably not for nothing that everyone praises him so much!
“Sorry, we don’t have coffee cups at home ...” said Dad, handing me a glass filled with thick dark - dark brown liquid with two fingers.
- Thank!
Father's courage needs to be encouraged! I pulled the hem so that I could see a strip of leather above the rubber bands. Dad touched my leg with a contented smile, and I took a sip from my glass.
- What!? What a shit !? What kind of crap you slipped me !!! - I screamed, feeling an unbearable bitterness in my mouth and spitting some crumbs stuck to my lips.
- This is coffee ... as you requested ...
I rushed off to the bathroom to rinse my mouth, leaving a confused dad in the kitchen.

I do not know how this would have ended, but then the front door slammed. My father jumped out like a bullet and hid in his room, and I sat down at the table with a glass in my hands and just in case I switched on the home communicator to write.
- Who was the boss here ?! Who allowed this to cook in my combine !? - There was an indignant cry from the hallway.
Father was modestly silent, I had to take the initiative in my own hands:
- Hello, mommy! You forgot to say hello, that is, you violated the requirements of paragraph five of article thirty-eight of the Rules of Conduct! I will file a complaint! - I immediately went on the offensive, taking advantage of the fact that the enraged mother was not so carefully framed.
- Hello, daughter! - mother sharply slowed down, realizing that I really can create problems for her.
- Hello, mommy! - I sarcastically repeated.
- What it is!? It stinks on the whole apartment! - Mother spoke a little calmer, but still was determined.
- This is coffee, mommy! Drink such, it is not forbidden to use!
- Take it all for you! Quickly!

- I can not quickly. The complaint is written first, then all the household chores. You remember the Codex ?! - I said as calmly as possible.
- Father! Where are you!? Why are you silent!?
- Well, what's wrong with that? Well, the child wanted a coffee ... Youre you kidding about the complaint, daughter? Let's all calm down. - the father said conciliatingly, without leaving his room.
- We can and was joking ... and what should I do now, rush to clean up !? - I'm trying to add a topic to the maximum.
- Okay, go! Joker! I'll do everything myself!
- Thank you, mommy! - I fluttered out from the table, allegedly accidentally brushing a glass of unfinished coffee on the way along the way.
“Good day today!” - I thought, falling asleep.