Manu point de palace of my paws on Fresia.
a dozen years ago or so my sister and her husband met them the opportunity to go to study a year out of the country. His eldest son had just turned two years and like any kid his age, through stories and films that typically developed child relationship with fictional characters. From Batman to the Donald Duck were true friends to him.
When he finally returned to Caracas, my sister was thrilled because they had been invited to a pinata that had been promised that Disney dolls abound, including Donald. Chief Guest would be hung in all its glory to fill of toys for children carpet as is traditional wait impatiently to burst the piñata.
Certainly for children in our culture, the piñata is exciting. A little girl, was waiting with anxiety the fat kid that is on a diet and passes near a McDonald's that smell emanating pleasure filthy, disgusting and harmful. So I wore one when I said, "Chami, do your nap early today because we piñata."
course in the case of girls to one she used to prepare for torture would come to grow , why go to a piñata was nothing ride you grab the gift and in the car of your mom. Those pantyhose were you stung to Tururú, shoes for some reason you always pressed, some ties disproportionately large for the size of your head, which of course you pigtails tied crimping hair and face, as if the party was rather costume and yours was, "Jean Carlos Simancas after the fifth operation."
do not think my nephew has suffered more than necessary for his costume, having passed that age they dress socks for men with blue Galician poceta. When my sister brought her first piñata Caracas newcomer to the type everything was "chillax" tequeños eating, and filling a small tank that would have stirred Frescolita and awake well past his bedtime.
Certainly the children here were a little more barbaric than the daycare was in the first world. Let's say there the hair pulled and nibbles were grounds for expulsion, while in this new home were tools of survival.
man In any case, since she was a mole, had no major problem until the birthday child's parents called the friends, placed them around Donald Duck and began to fall on shovels.
My nephew was beside himself. I ran to my sister and cried, "Nooooooooooooo! My aaamiiiiiiiiiiiigoooo! Do not do that to my friend! Mamáaaaa! My amigooooooo! "
The guy was inconsolable, stunned, not believing what their eyes. His friend had been hanging around all day and suddenly, out of nowhere and just because the children had grabbed a stick and had proceeded to hit him with all his might to thwart it, while the entire party Colosseum which shouted "Daaale! Daaale! Daaaale! "
My sister tried to calm and eventually succeeded, but took several piñatas dude getting used to, and become more of a troglodyte who fights for the club and is looking to bare teeth poor animal or superhero who goes from a dear friend to enemy.
If you get to see the issue with piñatas is not only the clout of the shovels, but the clinging of toys that comes later, when many adults are engaged and in which more than trinkets and plastic animals, pinching and shoving are distributed as if you had signed a contract at the entrance to the party, to say something like: enter the site puts you and the children who accompany him to participate in a tournament, you get fewer crap in the little bag can be called from paturro imbecile, idiot dandy until Birdbrain, jerk and other derogatory descriptions of its kind.
addition to this there is always a poor child who does not grasp anything, and it humbles above, the birthday boy's mom takes out the "emergency bag" that has a bow to the whole world identifiable "Oh look, that poor carajito that goes beyond that of the blue knickers, has a bag of yellow bow, is who did not get anything ... the poor." Pobre. Poor child is what it means, Birdbrain.
There are always three or four little boys, who are already passing on the stage of the piñatas. They grab the legs of the animal and filled with toys and walk around the party with the two additional bags. These children birthday Mom will have to bring some extra Paquita, while protecting all their booty buddy with legs and fists to offer that even comes close, no matter whether a child of those who are crawling around with drool dripping out announcing the teeth.
These become the admiration of the party, the rough.
can not generalize, but most likely is that this dude is the one day you pull the car when the light is red just put, makes you stop suddenly, throwing the con- you took milk with breakfast and the way you paint a dove and you scream "old whore."
I do not advocate the end of the piñata or a lot. After all, custom is custom, but I think there is much that we are in how we grow.
If something we owe to the City of Fury is to analyze our behavior, because the sensitivity and how we react to the surface. Sometimes it seems that we will be content to rip off someone's leg until yesterday was our friend and overnight became the enemy. What happens is that these kinds of piñatas much stick and never fall toys.
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