"I gave the gift of the mother-in-law for the child with a cry back" - the passion of our town

Maria, my friend, once again struck my heart to the depths of my heart with an amazing story. I apologize, ladies and gentlemen, for the humiliating tautology for the pen of any blogger. But the words from the song cannot be thrown out, the note cannot be started in another way

By the standards of the average Russian statistics, Maria is an exceptionally happy woman. I managed to get married immediately after conception, I still managed not to divorce. Although the chronometer of the universe has already counted not a lot, but 7 years!

On the other hand, Maria's vagrant husband did not waste his time either. I managed to start making good money for the province (as much as 50 thousand is the ultimate dream) and at the same time I thought of not drinking / changing / playing tanks. That already says about his sufficiently high mental abilities.

It would seem, live and rejoice! But a Russian person is not a person if he does not find a reason for his spiritual torment. Because to live peacefully and happily, when there are so many less fortunate people around, in the outback is a terrible shame.

Maria sat, sat and sat in front of the window one fine day. Either the sun was shining, or it was raining - it doesn't matter. It dawned on Masha: "Why am I just living like that! I will hate my mother-in-law. So all decent wives do. "

No sooner said than done. There were never any serious reasons for enmity. But are they really needed, dear people?) Sometimes he finds fault, sometimes he comes too early in the morning before the red sun has risen. The mother-in-law, in turn, accepted the rules of folk entertainment.

Hearing stories about this fuss is boring and uninteresting. The devil will break his leg there and he will apply the plaster to just run away) I'll tell you only about the last case.

I meet Maria in the store, near the shelves with olives. After a noble but superficial conversation and standard questions about "marking", Masha begins... tum-tum-tumbs! Of course, bingo... complain about mother-in-law:

- She thought I would tolerate it, but I would not tolerate it! - Masha blushed all over from righteous (?) Anger.

I toss the basket with purchases from hand to another, grin on duty and, already laughing almost openly, ask:

- Did you come too early on January 1?

It turned out not) The reason for the quarrel turned out to be really serious. The mother-in-law brought a gift for her son - a toy plastic rifle.

Masha started shouting on the eve of the holiday that there was no need to give such gifts in her family. Because "Mother-in-law" teaches the boy to be bad. He wants to break the psyche since childhood. A weapon, even a toy one, is not necessary for her child. And all because the son will play in the conservatory, and in the army - no, no!

Therefore, she snatched the gift from the hands of the already delighted little boy and handed it back to the mother-in-law. It happens.
Oh Gods, how did we grow up with slingshots and plastic sabers?