96 years old, I am 5 years old, in kindergarten morning. Children with parents are joyful, happy, there are rabbits, and snowmen, and other dressed characters.

And of course Santa! Santa Claus, as usual, was a dressed teacher. Lovely children sat down on her knees, told a poem, or sang a song, received a gift for their efforts and ran away happy.

All this kindness lasted until one of the "snowmen" - the five-year-old I - sat on my knees to Santa Claus) I told the poem, received a gift, and hugged Santa Claus with joy. She hugged, froze, turned to her mom and asked, "Mom, why does Santa have breasts? “”



The mother is punctuated by shame, the rest of the parents from barely constricted laughter, the children are confused. The celebration was successful! :)