When I was a little child my grandma used to spend a lot of time with me. In those good times every day was the same beautiful day, grandma would wake up early in the morning and would start to diminish the entropy in our small universe, usually she would start from the kitchen. After the last dream flew, I would land myself on the floor and move to the bathroom. The morning tea was already on the big brown wooden table … which was real huge, at least it so seemed to me. My small blonde head barely peeked out from the endless plates, cups, sandwiches and cans of jam. We would sit down in front of each other, say the greeting words, and I would pounce at my breakfast and devour it without a spare word. “When I am eating, I am deaf and mute” they loved to repeat in my family, and I perceived this literally. And then this morning ritual drew to its end, my cheecks would slowly turn pink, and somewhere between the memory of the yesterday’s cartoon and contemplation of people walking outdoors, I began to smile. Usually, in those cases grandma said to me: Ohhh You Little Sunny, what a great child!", and then, usually, I smiled even more, like a real "Little Sunny" should. It’s hard to say, may be since then ... whenever I hear something like "oh great", "excellent", "extraordinary" or something like that, I begin to smile and do absolutely nothing, in the exact same way I did in the grandma’s warm comfortable kitchen, ... and then different shit happens, if you now what I mean.