“You don’t need a lap.” Félix was firm, as Pepa had been about to indulge him. Seeing the stern expression on his pá’s face, he knew he was about to be scolded and made a beeline for his mothers lap. Don’t let him get into your head.”Īnd thus, Camilo was summoned to the living room, dirty and sweaty from playing outside with Mirabel. “Biting isn’t how we solve our problems, and we’ll tell him that when we talk to him. When they did, it was usually about Camilo’s bad behaviour, and Pepa’s incessant pampering. Pepa and Félix had a happy marriage, and didn’t fight often. When others tried to tell her that Camilo wasn’t always a precious angel, she would make excuses for him or tell them they were overreacting. “But biting someone? That doesn’t sound like Camilo. We will sit him down and hear his side of the story, but he has to be taught responsibility for his actions.” Upon hearing that Camilo had bitten another child at school, Félix knew that action had to be taken.Īnd once again, Pepa was showing signs that she was going to coddle.Īnd he was going to look like the mean one, mean old pá who always told him off, while Pepa comforted him when he should be getting in trouble. The three of them had been about to leave, when Félix was called back by Camilo and Mirabel’s teacher. Straight to the point, and he was too young to be entirely tactful. People often mistook Camilo’s honesty for rudeness and talking back.įélix was used to it, not just from his son, but that was also how Pepa spoke. “It’s for mami, I want her to see it first.” “I’m not showing you.” He said, though not unkindly. He and Pepa had quite the collection on their bedroom wall.Ĭamilo had a painting too, but he guarded it close to his chest. Mirabel was very artistic and creative, always making pictures and models for her family. It was impressive work for a five year old, bright and colourful and he could actually tell it was a butterfly. “I painted a picture of a butterfly! Look!” “Tio!” Mirabel’s face lit up when she saw him, and she ran over, holding a hand painted work of art. It was just the two youngest, at age five and four, who really needed an adult to escort them back to casita.Įspecially Camilo, who would get up to mischief without supervision. Luisa was generally needed the most out of the three of them, and Félix’s heart ached for her.Īnd the poor girl never complained, much like her mother in that sense. If their gifts weren’t needed, of course. The three oldest, Isabela, Dolores and Luisa, would often walk themselves home, or go into town with their friends. The adults took turns picking Camilo and Mirabel up from school, and today it was Félix’s turn. He was kind and caring and he wasn’t naughty on purpose he was simply a rule bender and boundary pusher.Īnd he knew that if he got in trouble, he could go to mamá with those big puppy eyes and she would melt. It didn’t help that Camilo could easily play her, behaving impeccably with her, when with anyone else, he would become a menace.Īgain, he wasn’t a bad natured child. She was a loving and affectionate mother to both of their children, but she was a pushover with their youngest. Mother and son had a special bond, and since the parents agreed that Camilo would be their last baby after a difficult pregnancy and birth, Pepa coddled him. He loved his wife with all his heart she was his shining star.īut she was soft when it came to Camilo, and she undermined Félix constantly. Sadly for Félix, the task of disciplining his son always seemed to burden his shoulders, rather than him and Pepa taking on a united front. The five year old was also quite clever with his misbehaviour, which had only grown worse when he’d been given the gift of shapeshifting just three weeks ago.Īs the family had predicted, he caused chaos with it. However, he was still loud, energetic and curious.Ī true believer that rules were made to be broken, and boundaries were there to be pushed. Until he was three, he’d been extremely clingy to his mother, screaming at and kicking anyone else who tried to come near him.Īlthough his mami was still his favourite, he had grown out of that somewhat. She was eleven now, and they’d seldom had any problems with her.ĭolores was the kind of child who had made them yearn for another.Īfter years of trying, they’d finally been blessed with Camilo a few months after Dolores turned six.Ī beautiful little boy, with the most adorable little face.Īs they gazed at his little newborn self, the couple hoped he would be just as calm and laid back as his hermana. Of course, she had gone through the “terrible twos” as all children did, and she’d had her moments growing up. Would they be a kind hearted optimist like Félix? Would they be loud and wild like Pepa? They’d talk about it, what their children would look like, what their personalities would be. Like many couples before they had children, Félix and Pepa had spent their days imagining how it would be.
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