sometimes happens that by later work. So in these cases takes up the task of bringing the little men in their kindergartens. It 's a stressful thing, who has not proven he can not understand. Species on Monday is to address the great awakening that dell'ometto as he opens his eyes began to realize the sad realization that it's Monday, and he had to go back to kindergarten. He touched out of his shell and warm soft bed to face a life that, early on Monday morning he seems so difficult and surly. past the first hurdle then things get, sobbing, but easier.
The little man has little in general the task of reassuring the big one, "do not cry, there will be games to do. "
the street take my hand, one on one side, the other part, and when it comes to kindergarten the big little man is ready, in spite of himself, the bitter separation. But it becomes almost sweet , with his silent resignation. Concluded then a kiss, smiling sadly as his little brother and me that we leave him there.
Then comes the turn of the small one. We walk to the nursery, ten minutes to do a little ' walk, a little 'loaded on horse back on. And him over my shoulder this morning, with a small backpack on my back and cuddly dog \u200b\u200bin hand, I talk about everything and more. And then get to sing the song the three little pigs. Here, feel what wren's voice intones, "we are small polcellin tle, we tle, flatellin ..." pays for everything, more, that will be every Monday, all anxiety to deal with, to suck away every tear.
There, now can start any Monday.
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