Home, sweet home.
November 1, 2016 7:59pm CST
Carolina came about 7 PM to relieve me from my tasks. She has a lot more patience with his little sister (Vicente doesn´t do any mischief) and she doesn´t mind that Sofía has the floor of the whole house filled with toys. So now I´m in my own bed mylotting. I am listening very old mexican songs while I post and from time to time I sing along with Pedro Infante. I´m afraid that doing my best is not enough to accept the incredible energy of my youngest granddaughter. She has imagination and does what she wants. I envy her. Probably I would have wanted to do that when I was little, yet I didn´t dare. Do you think that children are more daring nowadays?