Today, thanks to a trade union conference to asylum, the nano has remained with me.
And I, what have I done?
I took advantage of the situation and led to both of my babies' ASL for the vaccine. The first Pigolina for, one against measles, chickenpox and whooping cough for the Nano.
Imagine The Nano, which recognized the place, he opposed a fair resistance, and then handing the buttock (metaphorically) to a lanky pediatrician. He poured two tear, puncture, the doctor noted her sister twice and has patiently waited for twenty minutes ordinnza before going home. In the waiting room he started flipping through her book Animal, chatting with thick dense eons (lions), years (spiders), POPOTE (hippos) and the rest.
That doctor, who apparently did not have a pipe to do, he started guardarte the Nano that was playing, and began to ask "but how can you call this? How to do what?".
At some point ...
Doctor: "and who's this?"
Nano "Aeon ... you and punches you yet ... he'll MANGIAAA pola!" (Eun lion, and if you dare to do another injection to my sister, will make you a mouthful!)
The doctor turned with a smile frozen on his face. "my lady, in thirty years I have received threats from gangsters to children, mothers and grandmothers iperansiose hysterical. But to be devoured by a lion, never!. ... Well, at least has a future as a trainer!"
Imagine my face, uncertain whether to laugh or apologize for the skit to the hapless doctor, and assure him that we do not have lions for hands us.
At home, I told you that prior to the tuttto sganasciato was laughing, and then, very serious, I asked "but do you think the trainers earn much?"
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