My friend works as a babysitter in a private kindergarten.

This story she told me:

We have a boy, Cole, who, as I thought, was very much in love with Alice.

Very often I noticed that he gives his compot to her, and he doesn’t drink it very much. Sometimes he thinks that no one sees them and changes their glasses.

The children are always sitting in the same places and each time the same picture.

But later, when I made a comment to Cole and asked what it was about, it became clear that it was not about being in love. Just Father Coley said that compot makes a man more beautiful (the boy could not tolerate compot), and he gave his portions to the most ugly girl in his opinion.