mom and dad, my love, now three years old.
Dad and Mom that you love for three years and look at you grow more every day that meet your amazing, obsessive, constant questions (where's dad? what went out to see? and perchèèèè?) and requests (I put a cardboard, give me water, I lose my pee , playing on the tennis, games with the flour, colored, make a high tower - the whole sequence every 15 minutes, a record).
Mom, what do you chase every morning to get dressed and exasperated when you ask "kid, you know what happens when we ritardissimo?", You say "It happens that go great with the car and make an accident and the car goes in a thousand pieces? " (No, I just get nervous ...).
Dad, what brings you to walk on the banks of the Adige, where collecting sticks stones and earth, and then to make a drink from the Teresa, which brings you double portion of chips.
Mommy, every night is so determined to ask you what you want for dinner, knowing that you will say as well - without the pasta sauce - clear soup - pasta with pesto ... (And then ask "them to me top?")
Dad, you buy the cartoons but I fixed you up for a week, until one day your dad take off your DVD player from the wall ... We are now in the period Sondesìp (Shaun the Sheep), after Stommistori (Toy Story 3), Tomegeri, Mamascar ... (Who knows what tomorrow will see the face when Cars!)
Mom and Dad, who cure a stomach ache with a massaggino, you read the popular books, where every day looking for your favorite characters (the lady with gloves, the oven explodes, wheat, the monster of Dali, the ogre), you spappolano of kisses and tickles and can not wait for you to become great, so you can finally "using the drill and the scale and the detergent.
Happy birthday love mom and dad.
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