She worked in her youth for a year in a Moscow preschool institution, during this time she saw a bunch of inadequate parents, nurses, and so on.

So here’s the story of one papule who brought his six-year-old every day at 7: 00 and scored at 19: 00.

The evening. We return from the walk at 18:20, we are going to eat dinner. The kids are tired and want to go home. For dinner they bring potts with pasta and meat. In the door appears a papule (code name Filex).

The dialogue (F-file, I am):

Q: I came early today.

I: Good night, you can take my son.

Q: You can take dinner with us, we’re in a hurry.

I: Emm, well, we don’t have food to take, let the child eat quickly and you go.

F: We really have no time, bring us with you, we pay millions of rubles for our children not to starve.

I have already surrendered.

I: We don’t have containers where you can collect them?

Here, the papule takes a file from the bag and stretches it out to me.

F: Please come here, hurry, we’re in a hurry.

While the assistant of the educator inconveniently folded the pasta with meat in a file, the phrase heard behind the door:

F: and pour out the sludge, or the son says he is not watered.

Picture: a happy dad, holding a file with the flowing meat, plants his son in a steep march and leaves at sunset.

Patience to you teachers!