Madagascar At six refused to learn to read. During the previous three years had been devoted to hard to do all homework sent to him, namely, hitting balls of crumpled paper in colored cardboard, modeling clay dolls to crush them later with enthusiasm, making macaroni necklaces, bite colleagues (this had not really need me to tell anyone), finger painting, etc. Even had learned numbers and letters, and knew how to sign all drawings (exceptionally good, by the way) with your full name, which already face. But to get to first grade went on strike neurons falls and there was no way I learned to read. And at first she simply did not learn but little shocked by the attitude of his fellow collaborators who spent the day reading to their mothers spoiled them, began to hinder the intellectual development of other children by the simple procedure entertain walking endlessly in the class talking and singing. After a grueling interrogation (which needed only a single question) looked at us and confessed that the reason for not wanting to learn to read was that I wanted to grow up, already seen in the older school spent a lot worse than the little kids because it was much more boring. The girl explained with such clarity and logic that I found his father nodding so enthusiastically that I had to give a stamp to extract the lost childhood and return to its current status as a responsible parent and concerned about the learning process chicks. We ask him to Madagascar the possibility of removing it from its course and return to the fascinating world of cutting and pasting of children of three years. He glanced at his possible future teammates, and I thought for a moment before saying no. She would not grow, do not spend the day surrounded by children much smaller than her (and full of mucus to the chin, with the disgust that you have always given, it is to see a mucus and vomit like the exorcist girl) and look like Gulliver in Lilliput. So I sighed resignedly and learned to read in a week, and devoted to the practice of reading the same enthusiasm he had previously devoted to boycott classes.
Since then we have problems again until you have about a course you have to take the decision to choose which subjects you want to attend next year. Man, that sounds so very solemn, but really the choice is largely limited to science or letters. Given the apparent inability to express all members family for any numerical operation Mada seem logical that "tip of the letters. But as these things are loaded by the devil at the moment we simply wait for his decision not to apply pressure, will not even suggest anything. To this day says he wants to be an interpreter and translator of Japanese, but certainly a little thing that you do not like sushi or medium hair and is clear that learning Japanese will have to live there a few years. She hesitates a little but his classmates, however, have it all decided. Ninety percent of kids want to be footballers, nine percent detectives, and the remaining one per cent "like my father" but so far we could learn from what you do the above or the same father because child has been able to explain it. As for girls, there is a large percentage who wants to play clothing design (if they're famous, they of course, not the users of their designs), some want to be hairdressers, a waste of consistency one wants to be "medical or swimmer "and other" dog criminologist. " To me what the doctor that nothing really catches my attention, but the choice of being a criminologist canine was frankly amazed me until we explained that he really wanted to be either a veterinarian or a criminologist and he thought that the same could be both. And we were commenting as Kenya, who had spent the morning at an open day at the university, told us that from now on you can study criminology. He told us dying of laughter because all the students in his class had decided that they wanted to do and so far there are only 60 seats. Sure, it's what you have to spend the day watching shows like "Bones" or "CSI" that you believe and imagine you're going to spend the day solving crimes from scientific analysis of fossilized spit half you're in the stage a robbery. And no. No, go, do not. That then things do not work well.
few weeks ago, for example, were in Torremolinos on the presentation of the book from a friend. We meet a highland people, and because the event was fun we decided to go to dinner together. Now that I think the blame for everything was the weather, because if I had done a good night, the kind where you do not mind walking a bit, we would find a more apañao, but as the cold was able to freeze a bird in flight, we went into the first store we could find, which turned out to be almost next door to the venue of the presentation.
input already seemed to me a site a bit weird as all chipped and Rotello, but some of those who came said they had been other times and ate well so I thought I could forgive the cutrez. We settled the 25 at a long table as a wedding, and started asking. Every time we said a dish the waiter (because there was only one) sighed and lowered his head muttering "yes ... yeah ... "but without pointing or anything, which was a little weird because since we were 25 people ask us all things liam of diverse cultures. And seemed a bit strange to bring 20 cups of wine and the rest will put cups of Duralex Cutrone, and rarer still when asked why he did not bring more drinks responded tersely "We have no" as he raised his eyes to heaven it seemed they were going to turn heads. Then he began to bring, little by little plates of dessert with samples of what we requested: four patties, three half-baked potatoes, two eggs, halved stuffed adorned with some threads of lettuce ... and every time I left a plate on the table muttering "ayquépenamáhgrandediohmío" it seemed that I was removing the pellets from the mouths of their children. At first we split the meal thinking that at any moment dinner ever got the truth but when it became clear that the waiter was not going to get anything else to eat, we fight like lions (brought up, but Wolves) by potato croquettes and socks. I was lucky because although I caught croquettes (JB was much faster than I, Jodie ate two) I got half a baked potato and bread currusquillo the previous day and threw me a long time gnawing entertaining. The waiter was taking saucers when Eli came back from the toilet. "I do not see, Gin, is in the bathroom wall a gap through which it is a rhinoceros, a bad thing." The waiter was quejíos hear it and step up, that did not stop until we get pry the night before had broken into the restaurant. "They have stolen everything, and they have not stolen have broken cups, tó. We decided not open today and so we have no nothing, no bread, but like so many people have come ... "
course, normal, something must be done to recover cash. "What says the police?" "No, if what we are waiting for forensic science that comes to take fingerprints." Eli and I looked at him incredulously. Footprints? Footprints? But if twenty-five people were touching everything, moving everywhere, getting the sink ... "Yes, yes, you do not worry that the ceeseí from here is going to find everything." I had to turn my head because Eli told me all serious and laughter left me thinking crime scene so hackneyed that was to find the police. "Oh, quépenamahgrandediohmío!". You say yes.
