M a house overlooking a small green impasse in the middle of the village. No way, no cars or motorcycles. He reigns, under the linden trees, a quiet significant. It is the court of children's recreation area.
It plays a lot. Football matches high-level penalty shootout infernal games of hide and seek, traffic images Panini or Pokemon cards, racing scooters, water fights; Development potions (water, earth, herbs and secret ingredients indelible). Competitions modern Nintendo consoles.
From the first floor, I watch my little darlings. I have a view on this little theater. The human comedy There is daily. I attend bragging kids, after school reunion or for those after the holidays.
- and where were you all this time?
- At my mother, I stayed for a month.
- ah ...
I also witnessed the fights, falls (with or without dressing), ambushes, sometimes confidences.
I also witnessed the fights, falls (with or without dressing), ambushes, sometimes confidences.
Last year, a Sunday, or nearly deserted dead end. Two of my puppets nice drama occupied the stage. Discussion between my son Louis, just seven years and Carla, the little neighbor the same age.
Carla is a real princess. Refined to perfection, as thick as a starving sparrow, brunette with long hair, painted nails and dress that turns. Not stuck to the question savvy.
Boys, and seven years, are so stupid. It must be acknowledged. Compared to a daughter the same age there is no comparison. Louis responds to the cliché. Always a ball into the feet, knees messed by yet another fall. Jeans with holes. Louis sometimes found that girls are "zero" and are "annoying".
In the street there is always armed with a heavy gauge plastic colt, won at the fishing booth ducks.
Girls may be "null" but it does not to rub any enemy. On the contrary! Those two are assessed, chat in secret, are invited for tea, share their games. Discussion
for this Sunday then. I'm on my cape, I watch silently. Person No one sees me. I know it's wrong. But it must supervise children!
for this Sunday then. I'm on my cape, I watch silently. Person No one sees me. I know it's wrong. But it must supervise children!
start small carousel. Louis spell deadlocked and is playing under the balconies of the lady. If possible by doing a lot of noise. The wait does not last, said the lady appears. Some greetings. Children trimbalent their toys. Balloons, pictures and gun on one side. Small plastic toys from each other. Usual palaver, it boasts more or less the latest exploits of the weekend. We agree on the day's activity, exchange of pictures, ready to console or portable video Rollers.
Everyone keeps her distance, it is always as it at first. My two little actors are directed to the floor at the time at least two meters from each other. Shyness? Maybe ... Anyway we start chatting, but from afar.
Everyone keeps her distance, it is always as it at first. My two little actors are directed to the floor at the time at least two meters from each other. Shyness? Maybe ... Anyway we start chatting, but from afar.
Louis is static, busy on his ball, he does more or less turn the toe. He listens to the chatter of his neighbor. The little girl twirls around in revenge! It comes and goes, made great circles around the boy. Lance laughs and calls out as she can.
As time goes by, the circle shrinks. It's like bullfighting "To shrink a little more distance, Carla shows her shoes, her new dress and her necklace. Louis gives prompt notice and evasive on the issue. Discussion and games continue.
As time goes by, the circle shrinks. It's like bullfighting "To shrink a little more distance, Carla shows her shoes, her new dress and her necklace. Louis gives prompt notice and evasive on the issue. Discussion and games continue.
few minutes elapse yet, little physical contact. She grabs him by the arm to say "just play the game" soon, change of activity. A small blackboard was placed near the sidewalk. It draws with chalk. Everyone knows that! Some words and other characters out of wire are scribbling by children. It erases them.
Carla grabbed a chalk drawing a big heart as wide as the array and written inside a beautiful "I LOVE YOU" . The heart is explicit, that small annoyance for Louis to get interesting, approached the table and began to slowly decipher the message. He could barely read at that time. From my side I pretend to look elsewhere.
Reading therefore, by Louis: " iiiii ..... loooovvve you. " Delivered to the French. Silence. And then the killer question:
- it does that mean?
- it does that mean?
scathing response from the small - it means I love you idiot !
is the final blow!
I then pat hand against his forehead and trying to stifle a giggle disappointed! My son, glancing toward me, peony!
Consternation. The boys, aged seven, really ...
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