M Artina walks these days trying to resolve his future career. Among a range of possible professions had expressed their preference for the princess and the teacher. I have tried to remove the option head princess. The arguments I have laid hands are intellectual in nature. I told him that a princess is a merely ornamental figure and subsidiary sentenced for life to live overshadowed by the figure of a prince mediocre. I decided not to share with her one of the recurring fears plaguing father when he pronounces the word princess and daughter in the same sentence: a reality show contestant with aristocratic pretensions whose intellectual capacity is inversely proportional the size of their breasts.
However, this morning I learned that he had seen a third possibility: that of an astronaut. Was I wrong. Quite the contrary. And when I tried to present arguments in favor of it, I've stopped holding Martina did not think, even remotely, be an astronaut.
- Why do not you want to be an astronaut? "I asked.
-Papa, do you know that when astronauts go to the world spend the day walking around in it?
-Si.
"Well I do not want to be an astronaut because I'll finish getting dizzy.
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