Body Fortress Scooper

Sunday morning, rains. Her husband is away on business. Churning out my carrot muffins, transcribe the ingredients on labels carrot shaped, wrapping around the transparent paper in the food. Mounted in cars, children with a basket of muffins on his knees, and so on.
the church square. Three or four cars are already there. A nod and quiet and efficient download a plastic table, a tablecloth, a variety of umbrellas, children. More cars arrive, deliver and slip away in the wet. I commend the little brothers (cover with an umbrella, do not run in the parking lot, you're close to me) and help my friends to have the goods on the table. The Morning Mass is about to end, we have to hurry. Mama B. clinched the beautiful potholders, mother S. prepared shortbread, other moms have brought some amazing cakes. I look at my poor disconsolate muffin (hopefully good!).
- Mom, you try one there?
- No, need to raise funds.
Mom M. has prepared a sign:
Fundraising Primary School, donation.
(But not too much, hehehe).
Eh, yes. It is rumored that the school is short of money. It is rumored that there is no money to buy plasters. (Già!). So we organized our mothers. We support public education!
continues to rain. Leaving the faithful, cast a quick glance at our sweet, our children, someone shakes his head, move away apace.
the square, we are just us and our umbrellas.
- Mom, have not taken anything. Give us a muffin?
- Not yet. There are two other Masses.
We are all happy. It 'nice to be between mothers and classmates on a Sunday any, outside the usual routine. There's even a bar, just right for coffee. We give the round.
The Mass of the eleven, one for children, those who attend primary school, is a hit: flake and someone offers you take away even my muffin.
We have collected funds. We bought the chalk. We have funded two workshops for our students.
At home, dad is back and welcomes us with a lunch.
- Dad, today was beautiful, I tell ...
Children are proud, they did something for their school.

We joined our children to school closer to home because we want them to feel part of our environment. Her classmates are also the owners of the catechism, and we often find ourselves all together to have a snack at the playground. The culture does not stop school education, but this undoubtedly occupies a large part of the lives of our children and we live in hope that the best way. We are not interested so much a vote as their commitment. We demand respect (not worship) of the rules, teachers, mates. At home, after the tasks, there are games, music, books. Every so often there is a visit to the museum or art exhibition, a journey ...


Ps: I learned with relief that my muffins did not kill anybody.
Ps: in the afternoon I stuffed my children with cooked carrot muffins for them.

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