I gave the child a laptop, played in the developers, went to the kitchen. In a few minutes, I hear a whistle with a characteristic sound of flying plastic. I run into the room, praying for myself: “Not just a laptop! “Though there is little hope. In the room, the child sits, like nothing else, with a note on his knees.

What did it fall with such a hustle?

The toy machine fell out of the closet.

I thought it was a laptop.

- No, Mom, the laptop groove is quite different...

- O_O