Now my eldest second-grade daughter came from school with a story of high feelings that happened on an extended walk. The girl was sitting on a bench and her shoe fell down. Three boys rushed to pick up their shoes. Wearing up, wearing up. Egor was offended that he was not a galanty prince. Then he hanged on his daughter's foot, broke the shoe (a metal strap on the strap was bended - such a hero), threw the shoe away, walked behind it. But he was hindered by other cavalry, who also broke his shoes. A struggle was engaged. Forgotten princes shoes was given to her daughter by a classmate. My husband came and took my daughter. The daughter says she felt like a princess: the princes fought for her shoe, then the car (the man in the car) came.
I did not forget to emphasize the importance of style in clothes. The daughter often clothes like a boy: "If you were in a folded chair, no one would fight for your dirty chair."