For those who follow me on FB, you know, the scum got roundly bawled in the middle of the night because "Mom, you did not want that z'assète a gift to my brothers!"
But these are the details ... everyone is sleeping ... Suddenly, around 6 am, a scream rips the night, chills run through the parental bed ... one opens one eye, we lift a head, is expected in anguish to see if the call is going to renew or if our lovely, yet little dictator will sink back into the arms of Morpheus, one capable of maintaining the harmony of that he rest of the family to sleep ...
Alas, nay! ... Again the cry, and phrases ... incomprehensible to our side of the wall.
Monchéri such a brave courageous Dad gets up (yeah I know, I am fortunate to have as little crazy darling husband loved a man who gets up at night ... when I say it's too hard! )
And 30 seconds later, I feel the warmth of the bed Robidou, sitting ...
"Uh ... here you see is the night, to sleep again ... "
" Mom! Do not you want z'assètes a gift to my brothers, you're not Zentilli! "Well then
aggression in the half sleep of a gnome not even a meter that goes eh!
" But not my Darling it's a nightmare that you did "(yes I'm brave to wake ...)
" No! This is not a caussemar, thou not want a gift z'assète
!".... Ok ..
If after that I not go for: • A dreadful stepmother
• A
stingy mother is that all is well ...
Mr. nightmare is entered into the life of The Crapule ... except that the said Crapule, Mr. Nightmare is a cartoon character of a famous little hero cosmic it is ABSOLUTELY a fan!
And then, when he had a nightmare, it's not a bad dream he acknowledges, but his gentle and loving Mum! I guess I'm very "messiah" in his dreams ... and I do not know how I should take it!
and VLA-ti-re not before yesterday, I took a rouspétade La Crapule at 5am! And there
impossible to understand the howls, know what happens!
But one thing is certain, it's still my fault! Make
children we're told ...
0 comments:
Post a Comment