Sunday, April 4, 2010

Genital Warts On Stomach?

Rrrrrrrrreeeeeeeee

I have noticed in recent days, the insistence of my son trying to bring me back, no less, to the basics: writing Re-. "... Re-Re-Re-... ..." I repeated it again just yesterday, when he had abandoned the term for quite some time in favor of "da", "ga" and others " awa. " It's a sign.
I was not aware that the experience took him to my heart but it is clear he noticed the slowdown of the project and encourages me * to, as I said, urging me to pull myself together to complete it.
Oh sure, if I asked him the question directly, he would answer some obvious signs (gominage hair dough to squash competition postillonage or attempt world record throw blanket) that walking is an operation who requires full-time and whether to take an interest in poetry, he must first learn to count his steps.
But I'm not fooled. He pushes me. "... Re-Re-Re-... ..."
So what do you want me to do? The delay increases, but I continue.
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* Yet he does not read the blog it.

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