The Game
Last night was again a night without sleep. My excuse was the dinner, too much cheese I said to them. But the true is different, worse. The kids are partially guilty, but actually I am the only one to blame. Looks like a game, but it is not funny, not for me at least, not anymore since I was eight. But it is becoming too complicated. I will try to put it much more simple. Yesterday we were at the school. The kids are in a baseball team and there was a match against another school. A lot of people were there. Maybe forty to fifty families. Well, I must say, there were sixty seven cars in the parking lot. I know. I counted them. Only seven were red, but all of them were even. We were going to the school. As usual, at the highway there were more cars than space, the same nice traffic of every day. The kids don't like to be stuck in trafic. To be fair, no one likes it. They were busy looking to the other cars and talking about the people inside. I thought they were searching for some o