-Please!
-Not.
-Please!.
-Not.
-Come on mom. Please.
-I have said no.
-You're boring.
-Yes
Janet frowns at the two dwarfs who shoot her hateful glances.
-I do not care. You can look at me however you want.
-Papa would let us go.
-Yes.
-Well, it's too bad that dad isn't there -announces she looking out the window with concern.
-It's just a little snow- says her eldest five-year-old son, pulling her out of the window. She is not going to happen anything. Stop worrying and let us come out and play.
Janet looks at him annoyed. The damn brat could read her like an open book, just like her father.
-Now he is falling very hard. In a little while, when it stops snowing.
-When it stops snowing the snow will disappear! The boy growls.
-Bored- the girl shouts again.
-Yes. A horrible
