The siesta time Felipe Gutiérrez: Papa, the cavalcade is a royo

On Monday I went with a friend in the car and we approached the area where the cavalcade was, although we could say horseback riding since we also crossed with a couple of them from different neighborhoods until we reach the "big" horse ride through the center of Madrid , which looked more like an advertisement for a department store.

In the back, besides his wife, there were two little ones, 7 years and 4 years, and a little lipstick they had.

Typically we were talking about how expensive were the inscriptions, the 24 euros that 40.000 people had paid for running the San Silvestre and the other 40.000 that ran without a dorsal, which is worth going to a long distance test, It costs a bike, more specifically a goat that they were offering in a store, of the inscriptions, of races, we did not talk about women for being with whom we were. And of course what the gifts of Reyes cost, to mourn after reading the letter of their children with the requests of rigor ...

When we were already a little tired of so much monetary pressure and I wanted to get off and leave me at the first subway, his son Charly (Carlos for me, is that they are very modern) said: "Papa I know everything" ... we looked at each other a bit confused, her mother looked at us, she looked at her husband and I thought about the blonde girl with whom "Papa Carlos" hesitated a few days ago, drinking us some beers and that the truth is not that finished.

"Papa, I know everything," was the beginning of an investigation to see what the resounded child knew. Daddy dared to ask him what it was all about. And Charly sang. "I know who are the wise men, at school we all know it but if we say it, you do not give us anything". We looked at little Alex and he had not even noticed, he looked out of the window at the colored lights.

Charly was released. I do not want the toys in the letter that mom wrote, I want the same as you. I want a goat, some slippers, to sign up for an ironman, to be in a triathlon club and to do a few days swimming and other cycling or running. I also want a heart rate monitor, some nike, a power tap, a buff for each day, some tights, a windbreaker, running the duathlon of the Spanish championship, a week of concentration in the Canary Islands, a, un ... a ... what a horror! , I thought, this is like a nightmare.

Please, I told Carlos parame in that subway station that even if I have to change, it will be good for me to clear my head a little. Mother that night of Kings is left ...

It can not be, my neighbors, the ones above who are already grandparents, wake me up from my quiet nap (or so I thought) since the grandchildren are playing football in the living room, shooting with a shotgun with cannons cut against the ass of the grandmother and she runs and runs and I hear her elephant footprints ... this is a nightmare.

Where are we going to arrive? How do I come forward with my nap day and do it on Tuesday, the day of kings when all the children are playing at their best?

What is clear is that it does not matter what your children want, if they want toys or material to do triathlon and if they do not want them, surely you will have the same or more whims than your son (Charly you are a crack and you have 7 years) .

Surely now in January you will have many caprices that will have to be paid and well from inscriptions to material to do triathlon. Well that what we have.

My cell phone rings and I hear: "Felipe the kings have brought me a bicycle, I am going to train for triathlon", the cheerful voice of Charly brought me back to reality. Let's prepare the portfolio that comes a long season ... and soon the "goat" for the child.

I do not understand why I do not dream someday with the little angels.

Felipe Gutiérrez

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