Nonsenses, of course, but when I found out that I had a son, I most wanted him to be a blond man with brown eyes. Antoshka turned out - as an order. The blonde bully. And cunning brown eyes. Mom leaned over the cradle and did not cease to admire: - Daughter, how Antoshka looks like you! Simply poured! The husband took the birth of his son with childish delight. He jokingly demanded that we call him "daddy", jumped to the child in the middle of the night and could wear it in his arms from evening to morning. Antoshka was four years old when our life changed by one hundred eight to ten degrees. That day, the three of us walked in the city park. Around the village children and birds, on the lawns were picturesquely arranged groups of tourists. Idyll! Antoshka walked, holding us with her husband by the hand. Suddenly he stopped dead. We bent over to my son at the same time: what happened, dear? Antoshka, enchanted, could not take his eyes off the tall guy of athletic build. He was standing right in the middle of the alley and talking to someone animatedly on his mobile phone. Why did the guy intrigue his son so much, because he was completely unknown to us? Antoshka broke free, ran to the guy, lifted his head and shouted joyfully to the stranger in the face: "Hello, Dad! The guy clapped his eyes, tore off his hand with his mobile ear and blushed terribly. Next to me was covered with a thick crimson wave Tolik, my husband and vsamadelishny father Antoshka. I would burst out laughing at the unimaginable childish prank!
I would have found a thousand unreasonable explanations for Tolik's explanation to Antoshkin, but ... But Tolik stood next to me and with unconcealed hatred looked at me. No secret thoughts! All out!
And I read in his gaze: "You ... You've been deceiving me for so many years! Antoshka is not my son! Probably, you meet with this handsome man secretly, you bring to him a son! What a disgrace! And I believed you so. How could you?!"
- Anatoly! You're finally crazy! - I whispered sharply to my husband.
"What are you talking about?" He asked naively. - I do not understand you!
I did not have time to respond. Antoshka took the athlete by the hand and shouted to us:
- Mama! Dad! I'm a bit like this dad in the park! Okay?
The guy smiled and shrugged his shoulders in embarrassment. On the benches, gossips froze, watching with interest the boy with two dads and a completely stunned mother. I opened my mouth, but I heard Tolik's voice next to me:
- But not for long! We'll wait for you with your mother about this oak tree! Antoshka pulled the stranger down the alley, and I nervously jerked after them.
- Where are you going? - Sickly asked her husband and painfully grabbed my hand.
"Have you lost your mind?" I asked irritably. "I do not know what happened to Antoshka, but you're an adult!" You stand now with a stump, and our son leaves with an unfamiliar peasant in an unknown direction! And if it is stolen ?! Or will he get lost ?!
"Why with a stranger?" Tolik asked angrily. - Apparently, they are quite common. I understand that it was not your intention to introduce me to the real father of Anton. But then fate made some corrections.
- Nonsense! - I began to shake like in a fever. "Let go of my hand!" I'm going after the child, and you can stick around and think out your idiotic fabrications! Oh you!
And I thought that we trusted each other so much , that no nonsense could shake this! Naive, as I was wrong! Tolik smiled devilishly, suddenly unclasped his palm, and I recoiled, losing my balance. The husband turned sharply and walked away. "Okay, at home we'll talk!" Not before him now! Idiot unhappy! - Beating in the head. "I must run after Antoshka!" I caught up with my son and the athlete at the end of the alley.
- Mama! - Anton cried delightedly. - Now I'll introduce you! This pope's name is Petya! He's basketball!
"Not basketball, but a basketball player," I corrected my son and added: "We must go home!" Say goodbye to your uncle. Then I apologized for a long time to my son in front of a guy and finally, led the frustrated bully home. We walked slowly, and I gently asked the kid:
- Sonny! Why did you suddenly call this man a dad? "Because he's my dad!" - answered my child ingenuously. - In the kindergarten they show us the picture, and there all the popes are high, like Petya! But there is no bald - not one!
- Dad and Mom live with their children together - I suddenly lost all arguments. "And all the other men are strangers, and they are not for the children of the pope."
"So let Petya live with us," Antoshka did not surrender. - Will be good?
- You can not! All children have one dad and one mom! Will you choose Petya? What about your real dad? He loves you so much! In fact it will be upset!
"I love him too, Mummy," the tomboy admitted. "Even more Petit."
With that, we dopplilis home. Tolik was sitting in front of the computer and showing all kinds of incredible employment.
- Dad! Anton shouted from the doorway. "Just do not be upset!" I love you more than Petit! Honestly, honestly!
- Ah well! His name is Petya! The husband said. "And does he like his mother, too?"
- Mom says that you though bald, but native! Said Antoshka.
"I wanted to get into this meaningless dialogue, but I did not say anything."
- And do you often meet with Petya? - Asked Tolik.
- Often! Antoshka blurted out, and my heart rolled to his heels.
Damn it, because of childish stupidity, a normal family can fall apart. My husband jumped up, nervously walked around the room, then crouched down in front of his son and asked quietly:
"Where are you meeting him?"
- Dad, well, in the picture, - sincerely confessed Antoshka. - A good picture, very beautiful!
"Do you have a picture of him?"
- Have you been photographed with him? Yes? - tried to decipher my Tolik.
"Well, how dumb you are, dad!" Snapped the little boy. - In the picture in the book! There is a pope and a mother! And son! Whole family!
"Show me this picture!" - Asked the spouse. Antoshka frowned and began to rummage in a box with books. Finally a tiny little book was extracted into the light of God. Antoshka opened it, flipped it open and immediately poked his plump little finger.
- Here I am! Here - Dad! And here is Mom! - spoke seriously. Tolik and I bent over the book and at the same time oyknuli. From the picture the boy looked at us - an exact copy of our blond and brown-eyed Antoshka.
No wonder that my son thought that the book depicts him. Next to the baby, a tall, hard-knit dad joyfully clenched his teeth and a smiling, smiling mother, like a bun. Son looked thoughtfully at the book, frowned and commented: - I'm right! As in a book! And you, dad, wrong drawn. You're a little bald. And our mother is thin! It's not like that! Not round at all! Strange somehow. True?
- Mom is what we need! - Tolik sighed with relief. "This is a wrong book, son!" Well, I'm laughing!
- And I thought that children can have real parents and books. True, does Petya look like a dad from a book?
- Looks like it! We answered in chorus.
- A mother for some reason did not come across, - the son admitted.
It was here that I felt uncomfortable in my chest . Maybe we are doing something wrong if our Antoshka is looking for a book dad and his mother? When the little girl fell asleep, Tolik and I shared a whole night, but we could not understand what to do. And in the morning the son himself gave us the answer to all our questions. - If, apart from you, I had other parents, I would sometimes have to visit them, and I would miss you. You are family! What do you think: maybe that's why I'm so sad in the picture? Cape her husband rushed to the ill-fated book. Exactly! Between the tall drawing dad and round mushroom mama, a little boy was sad. The next day we threw this book on the farthest rack. But since when we all walked in the park with the whole family, I still rushed off all the puffy women for a long time, and Tolik looked askance at all the tall men. But Antoshka followed the indifferent glance of potential book moms and dads. It seems that he is quite happy with the real parents. And now we are all very happy ...