While clear signs of an apocalypse to come out right and left in the globe, I attended one of the many children's birthdays afternoon.
This is a sport that every parent does with its joy, for healthy growth and development of interpersonal relationships between children (we read of their offspring living together and play with peers).
I can not deny that in such cases unless they are also my friends (in the sense of the parents), I much smashes the Zebedee, but these things must be done, for love.
And the afternoon was as worse.
A birthday with just moms (and coincidentally the least funny ...) and a dozen girls, even if you This was the birthday of a boy.
Many girls because the baby a birthday, a little bigger sister who apparently has more friends than he, since there were 5 of boys against 10 girls. To better
boredom and apathy that I would have taken during the celebration, before go there with my son, I guzzle a powerful negroski on an empty stomach, as if by magic, and everything seemed lighter.
So, in short, the party proceeds like a script.
Mothers flutter and worry about things without any sense. I
, one being male, with a timid beer in hand (there was nothing for adults), contemplating the horizon from the huge terrace in the throes of deep philosophical meditations.
Suddenly, after a couple of hours, small eclipse all women in a pink bedroom and shortly after they come dressed as Cinderella (with a tendency to carbon copy) with a lot of face makeup and nail polish on the nails. The ringleader
puts a pseudo-techno music CD and triggers an infinite stacchetto style Mediaset (but RAI).
And here they are, the little women of tomorrow requires that dance like the video, to music shit.
And the proud mothers and stoned by now from years of bad culture, eyes proud of such great skill. What
suffering.
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