as you're saying last week, today is the first day of school, my son: for he is the first in the afternoon. in the morning, a heavy rain here, so the morning of 7:30 it seems too soon: "the sun is still asleep." in addition to lunch without a television during the holidays), then all of a sudden, "i can't go to school." all right,we had a little talk and be ready to take out the camera, then five after explaining where you are going, and we see the cartague bought yesterday, even if we can't get in class. 8:15, we are in front of the school and it's mom who has a little twinge of regret because of the time not long, we go in the hall.plenty of parents and children is acquivent all, i realize that i forgot them in the car, so we in the classroom as we made the acquaintance of 2 teachers and 2 nurses. i would never see me when my son (he was finally dropped in my hand to run for the famous shoes).when i get back, he is crying in the arms of an assistant is the shoes and i explained to him that i have to go to work, a little girl was screaming at us, he gives me a big hug, and i share the heart by looking out of the window to with a cute little blonde.
after a more or less at work, not the heart to you, i can in front of the school, the schools are in the final out, i can finally get into the hands of his knowledge of the day: it is sourrit then is very strong. "this is the first in the morning. today, i learn a little more, the girl was called for and he didn't want to go to school.and he had a little switzerland at 10 o'clock, at noon to eat like a general. and we have embarked on the great adventure of the school. at this time he's taking a nap and i'm writing. "i couldn't see his teachers (there are 2 part-time), but my sister is a teacher in this school went to see him this morning. he barely looked at her.
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