Of walk with the children

Nothing offers any more pleasure to take the walk children, although obviously it generates in the adults a certain weariness.

This Saturday I chose to go out to skate with my 7 and 8-year-old godsons. Obviously both were warned by his respective parents that in case of not behaving as it was corresponding it is be his last exit with I and my lady.
The first experience was to take them to the shopping center where the skating track was. On having had the defeated record, I chose to gather them in my van and then to come to the place in the collective transport to the track which was in the center of the city. A fair amount of times we had to remember the children who did not have to do any things.

We answer often the question of “It is missing very much” and once come to the place we pay the tickets (quite expensive certainly) and they gave us the corresponding skates. After the skates put on we went to the track, obviously my person, of 1.90m of height with well-known difficulties to gain access to the same one.

And to skate, it was a half an hour where the children enjoyed for the ice, while a servant was falling down one and thousand times doing the delights of the presents.
Half an hour and a few blows later, we go out of the skating track.
While my body, of only 32 years he was asking for a rest, the children went out like shot at the room of electronic games where they spent almost one more hour.

With my couple, we choose then before the insistent orders of the hungry children, of taking them to the chain of Hamburgers represented by a clown. Between Happy Boxes, ice creams and peloteros, we were one more hour and a half in the place.
On having returned, we take the bus up to the parking and take them to his house in our van, while we were listening to his happy songs, ideals for a rainy day in which the visibility in the streets leaves much that to wish.

On having returned to our hearth, while the weariness was intoxicating us, we realized that having a son is a sacrificed, enclosed work to lead it to walking, but the truth that enough is enjoyed.