If you have children, it is more than likely that you had to take your child's class pet home. It looks like a simple stuffed animal, but it isn't. The class pet has more social life than any of us and requires very special "care".
Eugenio d'Ors is a father who a few days ago, when he goes to look for his daughter at school, the teacher informs him that they had to take the class pet over the weekend. He tells everything in a hilarious Twitter thread about the "unforgettable" experience turned into a "nightmare", which has gone viral.
Lucky! Has touched you!
Forgive me not to talk about politics but I have to explain this to you.
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 9, 2018
Today I went to look for my little daughter at school. The truth is that I am somewhat distraught. I would say even stressed. Let me tell you.
I arrive. The teacher: "Wait a moment I explain." Well go. The first came to have to wait until the end. Patience. I wait with my daughter. In a low voice I am already saying "what have you done? Advance me something for God". My daughter does not know.
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 9, 2018
Finally all the children leave. The teacher approaches with a bag full of objects. From the bag take out a kind of rag doll. Putting the voice of a doll (the teacher) and with the puppet addressing me, he says "HELLO, I AM TRAPITOS".
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 9, 2018
This can't be happening to me.
The truth is that I do not know if it says Trapitos, or Trapetes, or Trapillos, it is a derivative of sure cloth, I am fatal for the names. He continues to address me in a monster voice: "I AM GOING WITH YOU, CAN I?" This is embarrassing. I don't know if I have to talk to the doll or what.
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 9, 2018
"Yes, of course," I answer, looking at the doll and then at the teacher, who looks at me smiling. Finally he puts out a normal voice: "It's the class pet. This week it's your daughter's turn." And I "Ah, perfect, well, come on, see you later". The teacher: "Wait, wait, THAT I EXPLAIN".
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 9, 2018
'Trapitos' with instructions
And start explaining. Take a box out of the bag. "In this box, your daughter has to put an object of her that wants to explain it to us." My daughter "The piano, dad." Me: "The piano does not fit." My daughter "I want the piano." Me: "We'll talk later." "The piano". "Shut up". Crying
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 9, 2018
The teacher: "If it doesn't fit you can go outside." My daughter "See dad? (Crying)". The teacher: "Nor does it have to be an object." Let's see lady, focus. It continues: "It can be a picture, a book, a sound (?), A scroll (I swear he said parchment)".
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 9, 2018
Take a folder out of the bag: "Here are some sheets that explain everything to you." Start taking out cards: Who I am, How I am, My drawing, My parents, My brothers ... "On these sheets you have to paste photos and explain what it is next". Me: "The girl?" The teacher: "You."
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 9, 2018
"Photos from the moment he was born: as a baby, from the bottle, from when he was wearing diapers, from when he took them off, from when he screwed up, when he vomited the soup, when he turned one year old, when he cries, when he laughs , when he screams, when he turned two ... ".
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 9, 2018
All with its corresponding wording to the side. I swear there are at least thirty cards to fill them with photos. Me: "I don't have a printer at home (let's see if it sneaks in)." The teacher: "THIS IS ALREADY NOTICEED". I when". The teacher: "In the meeting you didn't come". All right.
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 9, 2018
When he thought he was there, he took out a dossier of those with transparent covers. "This is the Trapitos folder" (or Trapillo, or Traperos, or me what the hell I know). "Here you have to paste photos of the weekend, and in this sheet you have to explain everything." A DIN A4 SHEET TO FILL.
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 9, 2018
"The photos can be of various sizes, it is in collage plan. But you have to leave Trapitos (or Trapote, or Trapolla, or whatever the name is)."
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 9, 2018
Me: "I DON'T HAVE A PRINTER." She: "YOU'VE ALREADY SAID ME." You breathe tension.
Me: "What if we do nothing at the weekend." She: "You will do something." Me: "In addition to the basic and vital needs, there are weekends that we do nothing relevant, and this may be one." She: "Well, you have to do something because here you have to put pictures."
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 9, 2018
Me: "And this for when is it? For next month?" The teacher: "FOR MONDAY". Me, cuddled and with the trembling voice: "Why Monday ...?". She: "FOR THIS Monday. LAST MORNING".
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 9, 2018
Let's see. PLEASE.
Total, I'm nervous. They have sent me homework. I will go ass. Let's see what note they give me.
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 9, 2018
I do not stop taking photos so that I do not lack material. WHAT STRESS
Really, is this normal? HELP ME
The unforgettable weekend with 'Trapitos'
Well, as there are many who, as a result of the thread, have asked me to tell you the outcome of our experience with Trapitos (or trapillo, or whatever), I will give you four notes of what has been an unforgettable Weekend with the pet. //t.co/s8OEfHnymd
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 11, 2018
Friday afternoon: Mop does not come out of the bag. We could say that he does not see sunlight. We have a family visit at home and the truth is that, as soon as I wrote the thread, I forgot about it. My daughter long before: my daughter forgot as soon as she left the classroom door.
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 11, 2018
Well, he doesn't forget everything. In a moment of dismissal, I hear from the kitchen a noise similar to when you crumple papers. Seemed not: A NOISE FROM WRINKING PAPERS.
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 11, 2018
Guess what roles they are.
Well, that. That my daughter, curious, has taken all the papers from the dossier and, trying to put them, as he was unable, has pressed them all into the bag, and has left them completely wrinkled.
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 11, 2018
This has only just begun, gentlemen.
At night, after trying to "iron" the crumpled papers, we finally get Trapero out. I think: "Take all the photos you can now, that you have it at hand. Go and know where the doll is in a little while."
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 11, 2018
Effectively.
When I want to get hold of the doll again, nobody knows where it is.
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 11, 2018
To all this, I have to explain to my wife several times all the tasks in charge, because she does not give credit. First discussion: "I already told you that we needed a printer."
The whole family looking for the doll. His brothers, as they have not seen it and do not know what it is like, are bringing me all the dolls they encounter. "No", "neither", "no", "DO YOU WANT TO STOP BRINGING YOUR FUCKING DOLLS !?"
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 11, 2018
At last it appears. Under a bed. At the bottom. I'm looking guilty. Silence. Low looks. I don't want to know, but I think it was the little one. He doesn't like Trapitos. He doesn't like it.
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 11, 2018
Bedtime.
Summarizing. The next day, get lost again. They thoroughly check the whole house and the doll does not appear.
In those moments you already start thinking about options: buy another doll, talk to the teacher, change the city, social services, in short, many things.
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 11, 2018
I return home with his brothers.
When I'm arriving, be surprised.
One block away from the house, I see a yellow thing lying on the floor. Can not be. YOU ARE RIGHT. IT'S TRAPILLO. My oldest daughter starts screaming from the back seat: THE CHICKEN, THE CHICKEN! (Had I told you that it is a chicken or something similar?).
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 11, 2018
I brake. "Get down and get it, fast!"
When I get home with Trapillo, my wife doesn't give credit. Apparently they went for a walk with the doll and my daughter, in a mistake from her mother, dropped it sneakily. Did I tell you that he doesn't like it?
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 11, 2018
On Saturday night, with the children lying down, he ends up with my wife and I looking for pictures of my daughter on computers, tablets and mobiles, and collecting to make the album. They give us one. Piece of Saturday night. Full.
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 11, 2018
Fathers rebel!
On Sunday, 'Trapitos' is completely ignored. The father had to go to the office to print a lot of photos (he said he had no printer at home) while the rest of the family is at a school party. And when I get home, "select, cut, write, paste, draw, color ... all this with my daughter already sleeping."
To finish Than the experience ended up being a "nightmare" more than a beautiful family activity. And it ends with a tweet in which he proposes that we parents rebel:
And that I would like to answer you all but it is impossible. Trapello has gone viral. Of course, I laughed a lot with your comments.
- Eugenio d'Ors (@ra_LA_me) November 11, 2018
I propose that we rebel against the absurd activities that take away family time and curl us. LONG LIVE FREEDOM!
Goodnight.
