Забирал вчера Захара из садика. Когда мы вышли на улицу, он, держа меня за руку, остановился, посмотрел на меня серьёзно и спросил: "Папа, ты не чужой?" Я ответил, что нет, не чужой. Он, видимо, ожидал этого ответа и удовлетворённо кивнул. Мне стало любопытно - а кто же у него чужой? Оказалось, что "дядя". Я порадовался, что ребёнок уже понимает, что есть чужие дяди, хотя, что именно для него обозначает это словосочетание - останется вечной загадкой.
Picking up Zakhar from daycare yesterday. When we went outside, he, holding my hand, stopped, looked at me seriously and said, "Dad, you're not a stranger?" I said no, not a stranger. He apparently was expecting this answer and nodded in satisfaction. I was curious - who IS a stranger in his view? It was found that "uncle". I am glad that the child already has notion of "strange uncle", though what exactly represents for him this phrase - will remain an eternal mystery.
Picking up Zakhar from daycare yesterday. When we went outside, he, holding my hand, stopped, looked at me seriously and said, "Dad, you're not a stranger?" I said no, not a stranger. He apparently was expecting this answer and nodded in satisfaction. I was curious - who IS a stranger in his view? It was found that "uncle". I am glad that the child already has notion of "strange uncle", though what exactly represents for him this phrase - will remain an eternal mystery.
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