venerdì 23 gennaio 2015
<< Do you like the Princess Beach Towel that I bought for you, Sweetheart?>> I asked my niece Eliza, now in my body.
She smiled with my face and answered:
<< Yes Grampa!>>
I hushed her, in her 9 years old body.
<<What did I tell you about calling me that way?>>
<<S...sorry Gram...I mean Eliza>>
<<Good. In return for giving you this beautifull towel, would you keep impersonating me for the rest of the day?>>
She smiled, and then hugged with my big arms.
<< Of Course Sweetheart. Now go play with your friends, no one will suspect a thing!>>
I love my nice!