I went past the playground today, and there is a play area with hills, skyscrapers, etc. It is very light, not high and not scary. A little boy (3-4 years old) walked slowly along her, and a curved mommy followed him on his heels.

A grandmother was sitting next to the bench.

Alka and Alka? She called.

What is Mom? The woman stopped on the hill and held the child behind the hood.

Can you tell me what Andrew will be when he grows up?

A strange question. They will grow up and decide for themselves.

(My grandmother was laughing)

How will he decide if you don’t let him do it yourself?

The mother stumbled a little and reluctantly let the child play.