Dad, I'd like a Mercedes for my birthday
Our children's dreams often surprise us. When children are a few years old, we accept these dreams uncritically. However, when they start to have years of "oath", we start to worry. Well, how to go here calmly over the dream: "I want to be a cashier in Biedronka". Apparently we have a lot of respect for all cashiers in the world, but there is anxiety - is this the peak of our kids' dreams? And what happens when dreams come from very high shelves?