One sunny morning, Kirusha’s mother was standing near the table with a big pile of clothes. She plugged in the iron and pressed it on a shirt. Nothing happened.
She pressed again. Still nothing.
“Oh dear,” she said to her self . “The iron isn’t working today. How will I iron your father’s pants?”
Kirusha was sitting on the floor nearby, building a tall tower with his toy blocks. When he heard the problem, he looked up. Kirusha liked solving problems. He thought for a moment.
Ironing makes clothes flat, he said to himself. Then he remembered something outside the house he just saw returning way.
The road in front of their home was being repaired. Big workers were fixing it, and a huge yellow road roller was moving slowly up and down the street.The road roller pressed the road again and again until it became smooth and flat.
Kirusha’s eyes suddenly sparked . “Wait… I have an idea,” he whispered.
He picked up his father’s wrinkled pants and quietly walked outside. The workers were busy spreading hot tar on the road. The big roller was coming slowly. it is little far from him. Kirusha carefully placed the pants on the road.
“Perfect,” he said proudly. The road roller came closer. Rrrrrrrrrrrrr… And rolled right over the pants.
When it passed, Kirusha quickly ran and picked them up. The pant got super flat.“Yay!” he shouted in joy . “It worked!, i have done it”
Kirusha ran back inside the house. “Mom! Look! I ironed them!” His mother opened the pants to see.
The front side looked nice and flat. But the back side was covered with sticky black tar from the road.
“Kirusha!” she said, surprised.
“What happened to these pants?”
Kirusha scratched his head.
“I used the road roller,” he said proudly. “It makes the road flat, so I thought it would make the pants flat too.”
For a moment his mother tried to look serious.
But then she started laughing.
Grandfather, who was sitting nearby reading the newspaper, laughed too.
“Well,” he said with a smile, “the boy is not wrong. The pants are flat.”
Kirusha smiled happily.
“But next time,” his mother said gently, “let’s fix the iron instead of using the road roller.”
Kirusha nodded.
But in his mind, it was still a very clever idea.
And outside, the big road roller kept rumbling down the street…
Luckily, it didn’t iron any more pants that day.