Holaaaaa..! Holaaaaa..! ¡Querido grupo de motherhood, esperando que todas nosotras nos encontremos en excelente estado de salud y con muy buen ánimo, para estar al lado de nuestros príncipes y princesas..! Hoy le escribo del corte de cabello de mi hijo.
La última vez que le corte el cabello fue en Venezuela. A él le crece muy rápido el cabello, pues no quería cortárselo porque él es muy necio para cortarse el cabello. Según le halan el cabello con la máquina, con la tijera, le dejan muchos cabellos encima y para usted de contar ja, ja, ja, ja, ja. Lamentablemente, se amañó a un barbero de nuestro país, que a él le gustaba mucho cómo le cortaba el cabello, no se lo alaba con la máquina, ni con la tijera. Le quitaba bien el cabello que le caía en el cuello, le gustaba mucho más porque Rafael hablaba bastante con él cuando le hacía el corte. Aquí ya le tocaba. Este día salí diciéndole que íbamos de compra. No iba muy contento, pero bueno, me acompañó. En el camino le comentaba que ya le toca el corte de cabello, al fin aceptó y lo llevé a una barbería que queda cerca de donde estamos viviendo.
"La Cheta" (acá en Argentina esa palabra es para denominar una persona con mucho real, como decimos en Venezuela), entramos nos atendió muchacho muy amable, le expliqué como quería que le cortase el cabello a Jesús Zadkiel, realizó su trabajo, al rato le veo la cara al niño, ya sabía lo que estaba pasando. Me hacía la loca y no lo veía, porque se que estaba incómodo. Ya cuando terminaron, fui a pagar y salimos. Allí empezó que a decirme que le dolía, porque la máquina le halaba el cabello. El propósito se realizó.
Y así quedó, luego de haberse cortado el cabello, se dejó tomar una sola foto, no estaba de ánimo.
Les deseo una feliz y bendecida noche a todos y siempre agradecida porque pasan y leen mis posts. Hasta una próxima oportunidad.
Hellooooo...! Hellooooo...! Dear motherhood group, hoping that all of us are in excellent health and in very good spirits, to be with our princes and princesses...! Today I am writing about my son's haircut.
The last time I cut his hair was in Venezuela. His hair grows very fast, so I didn't want to cut it because he is too stupid to cut his hair. As they pull his hair with the machine, with the scissors, they leave a lot of hair on top of it and you stop counting ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Unfortunately, a barber in our country, who he liked very much how he cut his hair, did not praise him with the machine, nor with the scissors. He took off well the hair that fell on his neck, he liked it much more because Rafael talked a lot with him when he cut his hair. Here it was his turn. This day I went out telling him that we were going shopping. He was not very happy, but well, he went with me. On the way I told him that it was time for his haircut, he finally accepted and I took him to a barbershop near where we are living.
"La Cheta" (here in Argentina that word is used to refer to a person with a lot of real, as we say in Venezuela), we went in and a very nice boy attended us, I explained how I wanted him to cut Jesús Zadkiel's hair, he did his job, after a while I saw the boy's face, I already knew what was going on. I pretended to be crazy and didn't see him, because he was uncomfortable. When they finished, I went to pay and we left. There he started to tell me that he was in pain, because the machine was pulling his hair. The purpose was realized.
And that's how he stayed, after having his hair cut, he only let me take one picture, he was not in the mood.
I wish you all a happy and blessed evening and always thankful that you stop by and read my posts. See you next time.
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