From the author: I never thought that I would thank the Chinese for peace in my family. But their toys allow me to avoid my son’s tears and add to my authority. Yes! Yes! and again yes! Today I quite seriously said THANK YOU to the Chinese gentlemen for their plastic Chinese toys... In my childhood, toy soldiers and so on were solid and mostly made of iron. Zero prospects for breaking, they were practically eternal. It was easier to lose than to break . My son's grandparents gave him a lifeguard with a motorcycle - a sort of American cowboy with a bunch of bells and whistles. Naturally, it consists of a bunch of plastic parts - in some places it is held together with screws (yep, just screws - I myself was surprised at the resourcefulness of the Chinese), and in others, simply by adding force, the part fits into a groove or hole and is more or less held there. A small child has enough effort to unscrew and pull something out, but he lacks the strength and dexterity to put it back in. As a result, this afternoon a sad son comes up to me with this rescuer - he holds out the rescuer and his leg and asks: Dad, fix it... I glance at the patient, I am glad that his wounds are not fatal. I’m wondering what manipulations need to be done to attach the leg... Sleight of hand, no fraud - and the rescuer is safe and sound again. I come home in the evening. Two parts of this rescuer’s motorcycle lie lonely in front of my computer. However, I got there, I notice. And... I begin to inspect the damage caused to the equipment. There are no major breakdowns - the same sleight of hand and lack of fraud - they save! Praise be to the Chinese! It’s easier to disassemble their motorcycle than to break it... And therefore dad’s authority and karma + a couple of points. Thank you for your attention! With you was Kirill Budkevich, organizer of the “Daddy Can” club, head of the training company “Partner”, coach, psychologist, consultant. http://partnera.org/