Something unusual has happened at home. The truth is that it was decided almost in hiding: I've gotten rid of the main TV. It should have held this event in a discreet secret, especially when he writes these lines quite often participates in the cathodic gatherings reviewing issues related to the "psyche" human with varying degrees of success. One particular day I put an ad on Ebay and seven days later, three burly guys down the nine-story home with a huge machine that was about a hundred kilos. Imagined rebellion among my three children would generate at least a general protest and any attempt on my safety. Honestly what he feared most was "the day after." However, Sunday dawned as usual except the sound cautious closing the door of the room that I always wake up and prophesied a strong meeting cartoon. In contrast, the smallest remained in his room playing with his cars and dolls and recreating their fantasies. There were no protests. By midmorning the medium rose. Fearing that the victim of some strange electronic Withdrawal would have affected some areas of the brain substance approached me him with some caution, yet he gave me a kiss good morning. To my surprise, instead of suing the viewing of some outdated American series looked me straight in the eye and said, "Dad, what are we doing today?. We hope to awaken the keenest to get their opinion. The case is that nobody seemed to miss the "thing" that had stood against a room wall and baseboard which hung all kinds of cables and connections to other auxiliary devices like a severed umbilical cord lying on the "parquet". Silently as when a family member has died and everyone knows it but nobody wants to talk about it, I suggested we go to a flea market that still beautiful Sunday morning. Finally we arrive before the end of the posts and have a great morning. For the most skeptical and funky (as I was until that day) I must clarify that a beautiful plasma screen adorns one wall of the master bedroom. You never know if a family member need with some urgency a chapter of The Simpsons. However, until now, the display content feeds a laptop near you: a chapter of Pipi Langstrum that, oddly enough, is the delight of the small to the despair of psychopaths-creative Nipponese. But above all it has regained some ability to communicate and the kids occupy their free time in other more productive things, especially playing (yes, I consider "productive" no doubt). incredible, if not I do not think so. Do you dare?.
PD: As we predicted a few weeks ago and nobody remembers the children of Chad. "Children, What children?.
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