Los jueves tienen olor de recuerdo, el aroma del Concurso de TBT espacio otorgado por @topfamily donde el señor @lanzjoseg sigue impulsando esta hermosa iniciativa.
Nina no te vayas al LollaPalooza .
Hace ya varios años de esta historia, mi sobrino tenía unos ocho años y ese día estaba en casa, a decir verdad estaba bastante chinchudo, ni él sabía lo que quería y a mi mamá ya la tenía con los pelos de punta, no estaba ni mi hermano osea el padre del pequeñín ni menos su mamá y como yo soy la tía madrina me lo dejaban con bastante frecuencia.
Luego de haber aniquilado a unos treinta caracoles aproximadamente empezaba a aburrirse, quería esto y aquello, jugué con él ya que era mi día libre en el trabajo, pero internamente quería mi descanso, había sido una semana bastante pesada.
Luego de un par de horas donde parecía un loro estrangulado y habiendo escuchado a lo lejos en la radio sobre el concierto de LollaPalooza le dije –¡si no te portas bien me voy a LollaPalooza!–, Puse una cara de convencimiento terrible y hasta tomé mi mochila, no para asustarlo sino para lavarla, obvio no entendió y se largó a llorar, se le quito la maña y me agarraba de la mano, no me dejó sola en todo el resto de tarde, se comió toda su comida y hasta recogió sus juguetes, seguía insistiendo en que no quería que su nona se fuera al LollaPalooza.
Ya casi era la hora en que sus papás vinieran por él, cuando llegaron tomamos la once (merienda) todos juntos y paff en la tv el comercial de LollaPalooza qué sería el próximo fin de semana, no entendían porque Matias se ponía delante de la puerta diciendo –¡nina no te vayas al LollaPalooza!–
Le tuve que contar a ambos lo que había pasado y hasta se agarraron de esa broma en su propia casa ya que cuando empezaba a portarse mal le decían que yo me iba a ir y ya no lo cuidaría más, luego ya con el tiempo se olvido pero hoy por hoy cuando escucha los anuncios de ese concierto se acuerda de cuando le inventé esa treta de irme para que se portara bien.
Thursdays have the scent of memory, the scent of the TBT Contest space granted by @topfamily where Mr. @lanzjoseg continues to promote this beautiful initiative.
Nina don't go to LollaPalooza
Several years ago this story, my nephew was about eight years old and that day was at home, to tell the truth was quite chinchudo, even he did not know what he wanted and my mom already had her hair on end, there was neither my brother osea the father of the little one nor his mother and as I am the aunt godmother I was left quite often.
After having annihilated approximately thirty snails he started to get bored, he wanted this and that, I played with him since it was my day off from work, but internally I wanted my rest, it had been a pretty heavy week.
After a couple of hours where he looked like a strangled parrot and having heard in the distance on the radio about the LollaPalooza concert I told him -if you don't behave yourself I'm going to LollaPalooza!-I put on a terrible convincing face and even took my backpack, not to scare him but to wash it, obviously he didn't understand and started to cry, he lost his temper and grabbed my hand, he didn't leave me alone for the rest of the afternoon, he ate all his food and even picked up his toys, he kept insisting that he didn't want his nona to go to LollaPalooza.
It was almost time for his parents to come and pick him up, when they arrived we had eleven (snack) all together and paff on tv the commercial for LollaPalooza which would be next weekend, they didn't understand why Matias was standing in front of the door saying -¡nina don't go to LollaPalooza!
I had to tell them both what had happened and they even got caught of that joke in their own house because when he started to misbehave they told him that I was going to leave and I wouldn't take care of him anymore, then with time he forgot but nowadays when he listens to the commercials of that concert he remembers when I invented that trick of leaving so he would behave well.
The photograph belongs to my personal photographic record.
