Hello, peace.
Yes, Celia now smokes.I don't know what the next will be.And I don't think tobacco is the cause of its good glycemia, the truth.In fact I think he is having them despite smoking, not thanks to smoking.
I suppose that smoking, now that we have left his father and me, will be to take the opposite, simply.Last night, that he was in a very good and very communicative humor, he told me that he had once tried a "pot" of Bacardí with I don't know what.
I told him that, to save us time, I could go directly to the heroine, and thus we also saved intermediate shocks: Twisted:
I think he tries to get attention, as if we were not enough pending.What a cross
Anyway, this bull of adolescence I fear that we have to fight it, whether we want as if not.What happens is that adolescence is like chickenpox: there are children who pass it with hardly any symptoms, while others suffer from the most violent eruptions.And Celia is from the second class.Luckily he already takes us with the cape in his hand.If you have to fight a miura, it fits.And I am more than accustomed to fighting in all squares, and with all kinds of bulls.Until now it hasn't done badly.
Well, ever, in the ex-force, but for what one is not prepared it is so that, while facing the bull, I key the flag one of the same gang, but now already bullfighting with "mirrors":)) :)) :))
Anyway, Paz, which is what we have left.If the teenager is rebellious, double dose of everything: of patience, firmness and whatever it takes.
A hug.