I am riding at home. We went to the classroom today after the development with Katya. After class, I went to the store, my bag and folder with Katina’s developing bababas were moved into the cell.
They came out of the store, went into the bakery, came out of the bakery, went home.
Arriving at the corner of the house, I grasp that I have only a bag in my hands.
I try to remember where we left the folder - in the store or in the store. Katya is called to run forward and ask in the lark. I suspected something epic, but since the child was five years old and seemingly already socially adapted, I decided to see what would come out of it.
I watched...
I go into the camp, Katya and the saleswoman stand opposite each other, both of whispering:
Katya: "Where is the folder?'
Seller: " I don’t know, I didn’t enter your file here!!and "