A Saturday in May, we our troop billets in the MPV, the ultimate trick of exhausted parents who secretly hope for a nap motorized their offspring for a semi-rainy walk in the beautiful town of Dinan. Grumble grumble and girls, dragging their sandals on the pavement slippery ill will.
I say a little spirituality then we would lift your heart or a kick in the ass and shoot my brood on the porch of a church. Piwouane revives his religious fervor and studied characteristic in order, the location of the baptistery, stained glass, and the nave. I gloated: are we not perfect parents, children who initiate our heritage cultural and religious, instead of going to suck balls cafèt reindeer to Ikea? Pitou appreciates the qualities of resonance of the building. His father was the evil of the world to persuade her to whisper her book and experiences echo to another cliff. Piter gambols and clicks her heels on the ground.
suddenly lit up, I see the candles. Children are delighted to light their candles with flickering flames. In an attempt to awakening to faith, prayer j'éclaircis the idea and suggested the girls to recommend to God to take care of their great-grandmother who passed away recently. What would have been wise if I had not mistaken the name: Great Grandma J forgiveness, you're still with us and hopefully for a long time! God forbid that this error is not prescient! Our recollection is somewhat dissipated by the antics of a clown which borders with carelessness and lack of spark knock them over.
We leave in a calm and wait. Outside, a strange smell appears to embalm the city. A little bitter. Smoke? It notes that Calvin, sleuth, is a bit Piter burned and her hair is full of ash ...
Suite in this offering, hair Piwouane has again embarked on the great questions of theology. I can not help but be a little worried when my eldest daughter assures me that sometimes God live in his brain (which has already taken a lot of space) and the God of Evil (frankly terrifying).
reincarnation of Joan of Arc, Mystica is back, and she does not leave us much respite, but before Zouzous. It must furthermore cope with his little sister Pitou, who would rather side Zarathustra ...
Pitou, 4 years, while brushing teeth and spitting toothpaste on my T-shirt black
- God is dead.
- No, he is alive but not like us.
- But if he is dead, because we do not see it. (St. Thomas)
- ...
- Or he lives in the church?
- Yes we can say that. (It's still abuse, 8 hours, before morning tea.)
- Ah yes, I understand everything! He speaks into the microphone!
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