Saturday morning, large meeting câlin with very sad PZ1 of what it had read in its Larousse of the History. It came to see its dad by asking to him whether it noticed the tears on his cheeks and if it were true that the Egyptians had killed all the babies boys. It had just read (it often reads the morning while awaking, while waiting for that everyone - to translate his/her parents - is operational) the history of Moïse. I invited it to go up to see me and well with the heat under the feather bed we discussed and I said to him that me, in a situation like that one, I would have done everything to hide it and to protect it. I am always disabled in front of his questions/remarks when they have a bottom of anguish like that. As when one day he said to me that he did not want to die after me or his father, because he would be too sad. At midday, probably influenced by our discussion of the morning, but also perhaps in bond with the aggressions of which were victims of the teachers, or of personnel at the house of the family beside on our premises, it whether wondered when one saw big tits round asses somebody being made attack it was necessary to intervene or not, anything to make did not seem normal to him, but it was also in questioning compared to the risks which would involve for him an intervention. It ended up concluding that if it saw somebody being made attack it would howl "the Help | very extremely, organizes" and that the police officer by hearing that would say himself: "right sky, somebody has a problem, it is necessary that I go there". I had much evil to keep my serious by hearing this right sky... it is certainly not me which gave him such an example, my vocabulary is usually punished much less. The afternoon there A was an animation organized by its club of judo, the occasion for us to play "seek PZ1" in front of these tens of small judokas in behaviour. Demonstration of the plays used at the time of the course to acquire the techniques, some randori (if I am not mistaken)... all that was a little long for PZ2 and PZ3, but PZ2 was comforted duration by receiving a splendid gift of his/her big brother: right to pass to its neck the medal that this one had just gained.

What a strange world we live in? don't we? yes we do, heh
Anyawy, this is my new blog, I'll post some random ramblings once ine a while.
enjoy your stay.
-Marge