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Oh girls, a little aggression passed, I can write a bit without offensive swear words. We arrived, meaning we went to our husbands' parents, while she was out, I picked some parsley, I go in, and my son is sitting on the cushion by the window. Grandma shows nature through the window... How beautiful! She sits him down on her lap, gives him a piece of bread. But the bread turned out to be small, she takes, "sk", moans the spoon, previously cleaned by dad (olives he ate), in cherry jam and gives it, while simultaneously sending grandpa for a cookie to him. My pot started boiling here. I feel like the lid is coming off... I'm freaking out!!!!!!!!!!!!
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