So.
You have no idea of \u200b\u200bthe mess they can make a handful of dwarves there until you're in the middle.
You have no idea of \u200b\u200bself that it takes to make the teacher until an afternoon walk to the nest.
Specifically, the party called for 16:30. Nani with parents / grandparents / nannies divided into four tavolucci. Ours, for the bad luck that has always accompanied me, was to stracciaballe. Given time, you expect that we start immediately with the supermarkets, partly because the potato has 14 months, and it is very controllable when he is hungry.
But no. The horrible coordinator brings us the "raw materials" (read: to be sliced \u200b\u200bfruit, skewers, cherry tomatoes, mozzarella, sweet rolls, various meats) and a Pharmacokinetic commands us to drink. I had the makings of a dwarf with the pupils bananiformi by hunger, I grab a of those fruits oblong and yellow when my daughter, evidence of Darwinism is greedy, and I tucked in a corner.
"baaa!" * Says the Potato, and starts to eat fulfilled. Fuck your refreshment, we read in the eyes.
However, in the end everything is ready and is gathered up on a table-size (yes, because until now we were all sitting at the tables of the dwarves, my back still remembers).
Well, we think the two of us, now you can eat!
The coordinator tries to stop us, but it's like trying to stop a herd of wildebeest, literally impossible. Within minutes everything disappears in the stomachs of infants and parents. Most of the parents, to tell the truth. We will never know what had in mind the coordinator, but with the other moms agreed that we still continue to sleep soundly.
The party is over with a sort of "graduation ceremony" for the kids that next year will go to kindergarten. It 'was very soft, many little ones were excited ... and with their mothers.
Returning home, he and I wonder how it will end BI mquando also the nest, then go to kindergarten, in elementary school ... it all seems far away, but maybe it's all so close.
How is growing up fast, my little girl.
Sometimes I feel the need, just for one day, to have her back in my belly. Not to have another child, but put her in his belly. A voi capita mai?
*Baaa: "banana", n.d.T.
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