Memories of my childhood.
I was three or four years. My mom, as usual, took me from kindergarten, but a little later from the service group and so she was unable to talk to the teacher. I have assumed the responsibility to provide the information.
and Mom! Tomorrow I have to bring in the garden of calas - these are such beautiful white
The flowers. If I don’t bring me, they won’t let me into the garden!
Maybe you’ve confused something, maybe it’s not necessary?
He said, “I won’t let any cal in the garden.”
My caring mother searched all morning for flowers, very expensive at that time of year, taking into account the salary of the cashier, but still found it. We went to the garden: I am happy with the calams, and my mother is evil, with a clear attitude to argue with teachers.
The situation resolved by itself when we joined the group, my mom just laughed so much that she couldn’t say anything. All the children, like grandparents, came with cockroaches in flashcards, and I was alone, like a fool, with flowers!