Monday, March 9, 2009

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Angelito ... Tales of Paris

Al took this step is becoming a familiar anecdotes. But my family gives to much and I thought why should I pull fiction and tell a story whenever I feel inspired, with real things and fun that we have come to me and mine.

My grandmother always has the same three or four stories. Today I'll tell you my favorite. Main character, of course, my father.

To give a little background, I will tell you that my grandmother is a lady of strong religious convictions (he has had bad luck, the woman and not the example has spread) that educated his children as best he could, no doubt but with little contemplation, for sure. More along the lines of Miss Supernnany Rottenmeier that, for us to understand.

Anyway, as my father has a child that one day she heard him say out loud: "I shit on the bishop of Canterbury."

She would not give more importance and thought that, at certain ages children do not know what they say and sometimes even (in this we all agreed) in childhood rebellion act just doing the opposite of what required. I mean fuckers strategy of "enough that I forbid such a thing for me to do three times a day" that some fixes we are not with age, I notice. Rebellion is what you have, you just hooked us more than others.

However, as I was saying chooses to ignore the lack of respect and as if he had not heard about their business is implementing a strategy well known that every parent needs to know to implement and is not giving any importance to what our cherub just said or done.
But his eldest son insists "hell with the Bishop of Canterbury" as needed to achieve the intended reaction.

Then, when at last his mother reprimands him: "Where you've heard that? As again hear you say you do not know what" victorious he looks and says,

"That is Protestant, huh? "

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