to know first ...
the supermarket. Since
alone and 'a little' complicated to handle wheelchair and cart, I put the heir in portenfant portenfant and I put the cart. Eventually David was buried in strawberries, bread, Depilsoap (aho 'under human wreckage I'm there' still a woman, somewhere), the drips and pork chops that are just now tan in the oven. But we overlook.
I was standing there 'at the bar fridge, lost as usual dilemma nell'atroce entitled: light yogurt or fresh cream to accompany the strawberries? (Kiss my dog who guesses the answer).
"Do not buy it."
The voice of my conscience? I look around, but there 'no. Pero ', as the voice came from below, I looked down and saw a affaretto high to a grasshopper or a little more ', looking at me very seriously, submerged by a coat more' than him.
"Do not buy what?" I ask him, and put down 'guiltily cream.
"That one '." decreed the brat, indicating David.
I managed not to laugh, but it 'was hard, eh ... while I explained to him that, even if it was in the cart, not 'I had taken special offer them' the market (and then they are not special offer, are never special offer, pay them and pay them dear, installment payment, no benefits, increasing interest in 'high as they grow), I was going to make me burst a vein in an effort to keep me. The
want to laugh and I 'just passed a sudden the kid shook his head in front of my gullibility. "No, I do not buy, you do not know ... I always cry And do not make you sleep!"
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