I remembered my story about the first day in the kindergarten, which my mom loves to tell. Before kindergarten, I didn’t like to dress myself for a walk, and my mother struck my lazy. And here, from the words of the teacher: All the children dress for a walk, and I approach her with my rites, say, let's put on me! To what the teacher says "no, annaryabbi, in our kindergarten all the children dress themselves" Then in my field of sight came a boy, not yet known to me. I approached him and there was a dialogue:

Boy, what is your name?

by Roma

Rom, put on my pants!

And Roma quietly began to stretch raids on me.