few days ago there was the following scene:
Night room, James and David - the catchment area of \u200b\u200bgood night
Me: Goodnight noses, you beautiful dreams, dreaming about the world of geese
David: That's before we were born?
Me: Yes, that one, where you were before coming here. You know David, what you should do to practice writing? Me write the story of when you were in the world of geese, the way it was?
David: You write the
Now I know I have 11 years and I realize that in foreign eyes you might think that we are all silly immature here, both me and David, in this case.
E 'and say things that so clearly out of context in relation to our evolutionary age, the eye there shines the game and fiction, and I roll on the fun. Because if there is a What I really like to do with my children, both serious and humorous, touching the limits of reality beyond.
I can not lie and hide them there are no secrets in life, and unexplained contradictions and things that happen that compel us to continually adjust.
So, when it does not have answers, I try to limit the absurd and I accompany it with an ironic and reassuring. By which I strive only to say that I have not a clue but if in doubt, a really funny built by us can become a very good explanation. Inside
day - Living
David excitedly informs me that he learned to use Power Point.
Come see, Mom.
You can not bring the computer down instead of me getting on?
No, Mom, If you disconnect the battery cable gets damaged, it said my dad
(not that her dad might be the affaracci and not interfere with my position languidly in a chair?)
Ok. Then you have to wait until I finish writing this mail to work and then come up.
I went, then.
And, yes, I asked permission to put it on the blog. (I told him that if I put it here, I'll end up losing)
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