The nice thing about grandchildren is that 3-D version, although it is precisely the same man to Munch (also because of the tiny hands against the invisible ears), transmits joy. I just throw a look at this new Polaroid, the gynecologist friend in a flash of generosity has delivered a daughter, stating that it was a copy "for Grandma," to make sure that yes was worth being born. Nephew is continuity, is great news after a long string of bad luck in various formats. Grandson's life. Nephew is the deal with the devil, that of Dorian Gray: I want to fill the house with new books by such figures and I find now, today, the old books with my favorite stories (Codaditopo, Rapunzel, The Mystery of Three Oranges ). I want a wicker basket full of soft toys, which have a fragrant smell that tickles the desire to bite, almost like ripe mangoes (already washed and peeled). I want you to lead from the nursery on my terrace a mound of sand (at the cost of nest the recommendation of the Director) and I spotted a bucket, spades and molds in the shape of a cat, star, heart. Finally, I want the green robe of Ikea on the cap that has drawn the face of Shrek. Future Grandpa putative agrees, without reservation. The bear, the shoes, the orange jumpsuit size 00 bib and coordinated the study and are stationed in a condescending and destination of pilgrimage for anyone who is resigned to not finding enough. One can see that he was included in the contract for the recovery of the evil youth, evidently more existential dimension that registry, which are inseparable from the particularities disregard the possible consequences associated with mound of sand in a terrace of town and euphoria at the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving a bath in a small (but, hopefully, with many rings of fat) that may or crying inconsolably because ; not want to get out of the tank or (and this is worse) we do not want to enter.
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