Then the courtesies begin:
“What are you doing? How old are you? You are at school? And do you like it? What grade are you in? Do you like any girls? What grades do you have at school? ” It’s like these are questions to ask as soon as you meet a man. When you meet a new person, after finding out their name, forgive me, but I am convinced that you do not jump straight with “And how old are you? And where do you work? And what salary do you have? Are you combined? ” For children, well, that doesn’t apply.
When you meet a child, it doesn’t matter, you go into his life with your boots on. From this point of view they are not human.
It’s a shame …
I can’t be ashamed anymore, dear ones!
I believed, in my naivete, that this new generation of parents will do their best to get rid of the scams that have plagued our personality.
Well, I see now, in parents of my generation, that I still use this tool of shame. They have turned it into a parenting tool and I use it on every occasion:
Who’s ashamed, really?