One of the things that characterize young children is their incredible ability to invent new games and new stories. They usually need very little (if we let them pull their imagination) to start watching game and fun where adults do not see anything special.
Something interesting must have happened to my son Aran yesterday afternoon when, after a while of silence, I find him in the kitchen with a locker room worthy of entering our section of trastadas of our children. "Look dad, I'm Venom", he told me.
I liked the situation and decided to take some pictures, because in the same way that sometimes we lose patience when we find something like that at the most inopportune moment (the drop that fills the glass, it is usually called ...) yesterday I thought even funny, a slut, yes, but something from his imagination that he did not find problematic at all: in his mind he had managed to disguise himself as Venom, one of Spiderman's enemies.
Surely you are wondering "But what the hell is it?" Well, I explain it to you: dracula ice cream, surely you remember it from your childhood ... black on the outside, red and cola flavor on the inside, strawberry flavor, although those we bought the other day were not original, but from La Sirena.
The fact is that they wanted to eat an ice cream each and, as they usually do, they tried a little and then got tired of eating them. As we do not want to go with an ice cream throughout the house (that would be crazy), we put a plate on the table and so they leave it there so as not to stain their hands (and that is if they get tired of the ice cream).
Ice creams were left on the plate without dad or mom picking them up, where they melted. Aran and Jon played for a while at home, mom was taking a shower and dad (myself) was walking with Guim asleep in his arms until I finally sat on the couch. After a while, seeing that Aran seemed to show no signs of life, seeing that I was too quiet, I approached the kitchen and there I found him putting his hands on the plates and smearing black to be Venom.
Luckily we were going to take a shower and that we had no obligation that afternoon, because I told him fascinated that it was true, that it was Venom, but that another day we would have to look for an alternative way to disguise him from the same malefactor, one in which neither table, neither the bench, nor the wall, nor the floor nor he himself would end up black and sticky.
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