My mom told me.

She walked out with my older sister, who was 3-4 years old at the time. The sister is digging in the sandbox, the mother is watching on the bench next door.

Here, children come to the venue, one of which is a 5-year-old daughter of the administration, and begins to command.

So, from here we will scratch the sand, fold here (waste cars), there is a parking, there is a gasoline, the rest of the toys in the corner.

My mother can’t stand it, she asks:

Why are you commanding here? You have to play so that everyone is equally involved in the game.

“And I,” said the girl, “will become a boss when I grow up.

You are playing in the garbage. Do you want to be the manager of the garbage?

Well what! - a child parishes, - let at least the garbage, the main - to be the boss!