You know, the lion is still right. Mom is a little more - well, a little - "like little boys." Yes, the baby often raged at night, was helpless, squeaked and spinning. But I could interpret all these squeaks in my own way, in a convenient side for myself. Now the lion practically does not cry - well, only if it floods a very serious bump. But he declares his desires very clearly and peremptorously, endlessly argues, proves, defends his rights.