Match the Lids
A cupboard of containers and lids that do not match. Sort it out.
أحياناً تحتاج أن ينشغل طفل عمره 5 سنوات بلا ضجيج ولا فوضى: مكالمة، أو أخ نائم، أو شقة بجدران رقيقة، أو ببساطة نهاية يوم طويل. في الخامسة تبدأ القواعد في أن يكون لها معنى، ويصبح إنهاء الشيء ممتعاً بحد ذاته.
كل نشاط هنا منخفض في الفوضى والضجيج معاً. لا شيء يتضمن ألواناً على السجاد، ولا شيء ينتهي بالصراخ.
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A cupboard of containers and lids that do not match. Sort it out.
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