Fearne Cotton Holly Willoughby Fake

Open Day!

Today was the Open Day at the school of Michelangelo and Lorenzo. Obviously we have not missed a wonderful opportunity. Miche few days ago he came home with a sheet (the form) saying, Mom, there's a contest at school. Are you coming?
I opened the package a bit 'suspicious ... at stake and if there was another child?!
No, it was the application form to participate in the day.

This morning it was the turn of the mother. All quiet, nothing significant to report except for a couple of episodes. On entering we stopped in the gym where it comes from a piece of music. I look out and see the children doing a kind of ballet. I see their hands raised to the sky around awkwardly, I hear the patter of their little steps. With the lump in my throat and tears ready to fall I try Lorenzo.
There ... I watch the other children ... I do not know a ...
Ok, I was moved by the children "wrong" ...
My job today was to read a story with Max I felt very Mulino Bianco. At some point in the story the girl who played starts hopping merrily. With horror I hear Max's voice exclaim from Silvia, hopping merrily!
glares at him and go right ahead.
-Dai! jumps!
Insist! But it's too late, the children began to scream jumps!
I get up, while Max grins beneath his mustache (which did not) secretly e. .. I start to bounce. The image of Mulino Bianco
crumble into an episode of the Simpsons!
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the afternoon is the turn of the primary. We leave for a tour of 2 hours, passing all classes accompanied by a gentle teacher who tells us and shows the school's educational program. Miche
We enter the class and I see him there, piccolino nel suo banco, con i suoi compagni e le sue cosine sul banco. Eccolo di nuovo... il nodo alla gola, tengo duro con la lacrima, mi giro verso Max. Ha gli occhi lucidi anche lui mentre guardiamo il nostro bambino "grande" impersonare la mamma in una sorta di recita sulla storia della rapa e dell'unione che fa la forza...
Siamo quasi al termine del giro e accade...
Una donna passa due ore a spiegare con amore il proprio lavoro, il valore di quello che viene fatto nella sua scuola, dalle sue parole traspare la passione per il suo lavoro e in un nano secondo tutto svanisce.
Siamo in una quarta, stanno facendo grammatica, gli avverbi. La nostra guida ci invita ad uscire dall'aula: lasciamo i ragazzi agli avverbi, che sono importanti.
From the bottom of the class a little boy, his head tilted to one side as he writes, slouched in his chair says with disarming sincerity, but vààààààààààààààà
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Roar!