Rudy was a good father. He always looked after the child, did all his duties and still managed to play with the baby. He was not one of those fathers who lie on the couch all day long, but brag about what kind of children they have.

Even though sometimes he couldn’t sit with the baby and you, he brought all sorts of gifts so that no one would be upset.

The baby was literally attached to Rudy and you, and he expressed it in his own way. The baby could gnaw your hair, bite, beat you with his little fists and the like.

But then Rudy went on a mission again, and the baby crawled after him. But the baby stopped abruptly, put his head on the floor and did a somersault, lying on his back. Seeing such a picture I wanted to laugh, but the baby was on the verge of tears.