I took my daughter to kindergarten yesterday. For a month, I went to my grandmother’s village.

I come in the evening to pick up, the teacher "pleased" : "Your daughter fought with Nikita, she hit him first"

Okay, let’s get along. I contacted Nikitos' parents, we communicate well with them, they say everything is okay, we will figure out.

It remains to be solved.

I ask, “Fighting for what?”

It is silent. He will be resolved, but he is silent.

I’ll find out tonight. I did not interrogate.

I go to bed tonight, I confessed.

He says:

“I fought with Nikita because he called you an elephant.

and? ? to ? to ? to ? to ! to

“Father, your ears are like those of an elephant, crushed from below. Nikita noticed it. I asked Nikita as a friend not to get annoyed, and he was “Papa-Elf!” I scream at the whole group.

She fell asleep and went to the mirror. Yo-Mayo, lived forty years, did not pay attention. True, there is a little.

How to go to the garden tomorrow? These gnomes will laugh (

If I went to school, there might not be such attentive children.