<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127</id><updated>2011-10-19T04:12:29.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos olhos das crianças...</title><subtitle type='html'>...tudo é visto de maneira diferente! A magia é real, a realidade é magia. Tudo é novidade e se descobre com entusiasmo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>263</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-2956556588736440319</id><published>2011-10-19T04:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T04:12:29.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questões práticas</title><content type='html'>pai do M: "M, não te sujes a lavar os dentes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Não te preocupes, pai, nem encontrei a pasta!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-2956556588736440319?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/2956556588736440319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=2956556588736440319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/2956556588736440319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/2956556588736440319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/10/questoes-praticas.html' title='Questões práticas'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-9044354716350842592</id><published>2011-10-05T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T13:43:53.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Príncipes e princesas</title><content type='html'>Enquanto víamos o filme do Inspector Gadget reparámos numa "máquina que fazia senhoras" (como lhe chamou o G). O pai disse logo que isso era uma coisa muito jeitosa e começámos a gozar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- «Podíamos ter uma para fazer a comida.»&lt;br /&gt;- «Outra para limpar a casa.»&lt;br /&gt;Etc. Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz a D como quem não quer nada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- «Olha, se essa máquina fizer meninos, eu quero um.»&lt;br /&gt;- «Para quê?»&lt;br /&gt;- «Para ser meu namorado, claro. E se ele me disser "Casas comigo?" eu digo logo que sim!»&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-9044354716350842592?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/9044354716350842592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=9044354716350842592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/9044354716350842592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/9044354716350842592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/10/principes-e-princesas.html' title='Príncipes e princesas'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-4839366963638755967</id><published>2011-09-22T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T15:13:18.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversas de jantar</title><content type='html'>Estávamos a falar de nomes de cães. Eu disse que todos os cães do meu tio eram "Kurika" até que, quando mudou, arranjou um cachorrinho lindo e chamou-lhe "Khadafi". Começámos a parvejar sobre outros nomes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- «Savimbi.»&lt;br /&gt;- «Saddam.»&lt;br /&gt;- «Salazar.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que eu disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- «Olha, são todas com "Sa".» - E diz o G:&lt;br /&gt;- «E com "v".»&lt;br /&gt;- «V?»&lt;br /&gt;- «Sim, Savam.»&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-4839366963638755967?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/4839366963638755967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=4839366963638755967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4839366963638755967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4839366963638755967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/09/conversas-de-jantar.html' title='Conversas de jantar'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-8168001759947103620</id><published>2011-09-15T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T15:27:43.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao lado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span jsid="text" class="commentBody"&gt;D, 4 anos: «Mãe, os chouriços-cacheiros são perigosos?»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ, 4 anos: «Mãe, apetece-me beber água. Vamos ao "javalis".»&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-8168001759947103620?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/8168001759947103620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=8168001759947103620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/8168001759947103620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/8168001759947103620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/09/ao-lado.html' title='Ao lado...'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-3531362904582153485</id><published>2011-09-14T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T13:40:01.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabedoria infantil</title><content type='html'>P: «Os relâmpagos são fios eléctricos que ligam o céu à terra.»&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-3531362904582153485?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/3531362904582153485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=3531362904582153485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3531362904582153485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3531362904582153485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/09/sabedoria-infantil.html' title='Sabedoria infantil'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-9024131236089668266</id><published>2011-08-05T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T17:56:28.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>México</title><content type='html'>Falou-se no México e diz a D, com um ar saudosista:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Gostava tanto de ir ao México..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficámos bastante curiosos. Perguntámos logo porquê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Então? Para conhecer o Speedy Gonzalez!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-9024131236089668266?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/9024131236089668266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=9024131236089668266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/9024131236089668266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/9024131236089668266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/08/mexico.html' title='México'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-4411731461007378913</id><published>2011-08-05T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T14:45:56.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muito espertalhona</title><content type='html'>- "D, tens de comer a salada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Eu como no fim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Para muitas pessoas, as saladas costumam ser a entrada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Para mim, a salada é a saída."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-4411731461007378913?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/4411731461007378913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=4411731461007378913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4411731461007378913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4411731461007378913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/08/muito-espertalhona.html' title='Muito espertalhona'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-4548732887444639313</id><published>2011-08-01T02:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T02:59:20.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrugada</title><content type='html'>Na casa de banho às 1h30 da manhã, acabada de chegar do concerto dos Bon Jovi, ouço a vozinha dela atrás de mim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Bom dia, mãe!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-4548732887444639313?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/4548732887444639313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=4548732887444639313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4548732887444639313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4548732887444639313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/08/madrugada.html' title='Madrugada'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-8567470149661665947</id><published>2011-07-22T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T05:09:44.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filha de um amigo (4 anos)</title><content type='html'>- Tu tens avó?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, filhota, a minha avó já morreu.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas tens mãe: uma pessoa não pode viver sem mãe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-8567470149661665947?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/8567470149661665947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=8567470149661665947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/8567470149661665947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/8567470149661665947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/07/filha-de-um-amigo-4-anos_22.html' title='Filha de um amigo (4 anos)'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-7790914095429350474</id><published>2011-07-19T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T14:10:50.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Armado em esperto</title><content type='html'>- Ai, é? Amanhã vão à Praia das Maçãs?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim.&lt;br /&gt;- Essa praia fica ao pé da...&lt;br /&gt;- Em Sintra, mãe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-7790914095429350474?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/7790914095429350474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=7790914095429350474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/7790914095429350474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/7790914095429350474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/07/armado-em-esperto.html' title='Armado em esperto'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-6246013542576387388</id><published>2011-06-21T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T13:48:40.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P no arraial do Infantário</title><content type='html'>- "Vamos comprar umas rifas?" - pergunta-lhe a mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Sim. Nunca provei."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-6246013542576387388?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/6246013542576387388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=6246013542576387388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6246013542576387388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6246013542576387388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/06/p-no-arraial-do-infantario.html' title='P no arraial do Infantário'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-3691263693945644625</id><published>2011-06-16T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T12:52:36.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truques de magia</title><content type='html'>No Zig Zag, o Pedro ensinou um truque de cartas em que, antes ainda de se escolher uma carta, o mágico escreve num papel que carta é que a pessoa vai escolher. O G (que adora truques de cartas) está fora durante alguns dias e eu comentei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Que pena o G não aprender, ele ia adorar este truque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não é nenhum truque, mãe. - esclarece a D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não é? Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Porque ele escreveu num papel, não viste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Então é o quê? - e eu esperava que ela dissesse que era mesmo magia a sério. E ela diz, bruta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É batota!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-3691263693945644625?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/3691263693945644625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=3691263693945644625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3691263693945644625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3691263693945644625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/06/truques-de-magia.html' title='Truques de magia'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-5861993553751567141</id><published>2011-06-09T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T13:11:38.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistérios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NSozbbR15hw/TfEo6vLMuxI/AAAAAAAAAhY/_Y67MnSCZIU/s1600/enigmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NSozbbR15hw/TfEo6vLMuxI/AAAAAAAAAhY/_Y67MnSCZIU/s200/enigmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616315199868680978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O G comprou na Feira do Livro um livro de mistérios/enigmas que temos de descobrir em cada história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao jantar conversávamos sobre isso e sobre enigmas que jogavam com as páginas dos livros (em que as pessoas tinham de topar que os livros não podem ter determinado número de paginas, por exemplo). E diz o pai para o G:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Um menino roubou um livro de 111 páginas. O que está mal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Não se deve roubar!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-5861993553751567141?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/5861993553751567141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=5861993553751567141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/5861993553751567141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/5861993553751567141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/06/misterios.html' title='Mistérios'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NSozbbR15hw/TfEo6vLMuxI/AAAAAAAAAhY/_Y67MnSCZIU/s72-c/enigmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-8480093595068587184</id><published>2011-06-09T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T13:02:09.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ihihih</title><content type='html'>Na apresentação do projecto do livro de turma do G, duas das miúdas (3.º ano) tiveram um ataque de riso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje enviaram ao "pai do G" um pedido de desculpas dizendo estarem nervosas. Diz a D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Ah, eu pensava que alguma delas tinha dado um pum."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-8480093595068587184?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/8480093595068587184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=8480093595068587184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/8480093595068587184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/8480093595068587184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/06/ihihih.html' title='ihihih'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-5750202266053152380</id><published>2011-06-08T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T15:41:50.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase...</title><content type='html'>O papá ajudou a turma do G a fazer um livro de turma. Ficou o máximo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os putos agradeceram-lhe publicamente e ofereceram-lhe um poster em que cada um escreveu um agradecimento e desenharam para ele. Ele decidiu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Está mesmo bonito. Vou comprar uma moldura."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a D completa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Para depois moldares isso."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-5750202266053152380?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/5750202266053152380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=5750202266053152380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/5750202266053152380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/5750202266053152380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/06/quase.html' title='Quase...'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-4072810255907816393</id><published>2011-05-28T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T04:56:46.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbeiro</title><content type='html'>Depois da história do Macaco do rabo cortado, a D contou esta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Sabes, pai? O I foi ao barbeiro. Como ele não tem barba, o barbeiro cortou-lhe o cabelo!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desconfiamos que ela acredita que o barbeiro é um cortador incontrolado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-4072810255907816393?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/4072810255907816393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=4072810255907816393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4072810255907816393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4072810255907816393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/05/barbeiro.html' title='Barbeiro'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-6654551403072882144</id><published>2011-05-20T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T13:43:33.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morfologia das palavras</title><content type='html'>A D anda empenhada em poupar moedas no seu porquinho para comprar uma Barbie.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje encontrou uma moedinha no parque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mamã, encontrei uma moeda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Guarda para pores no teu porquinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Porquinho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, o teu leitão - disse eu a brincar. - E ela a pensar alto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Leitão?... Não tem nada a ver com leite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-6654551403072882144?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/6654551403072882144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=6654551403072882144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6654551403072882144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6654551403072882144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/05/morfologia-das-palavras.html' title='Morfologia das palavras'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-5551440689370595417</id><published>2011-04-23T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T08:18:37.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada é impossível</title><content type='html'>Disse aos putos que queria pintar o cabelo. Perguntaram-me de que cor. Não resisti a uma brincadeira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Acho que vou pintar de cinzento. Ou de azul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz a D, mais a pensar alto do que a responder-me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "De cinzento ficas uma avó... De azul pode ser."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-5551440689370595417?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/5551440689370595417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=5551440689370595417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/5551440689370595417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/5551440689370595417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/04/nada-e-impossivel.html' title='Nada é impossível'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-3206329338597568753</id><published>2011-04-23T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T08:15:27.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitas</title><content type='html'>Estávamos a combinar que sítios em Lisboa podíamos visitar. Falei-lhes do Convento do Carmo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "É giro. É um convento sem telhado."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz o G:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Ah... (pausa) Podemos ir no verão? É que eu prefiro."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-3206329338597568753?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/3206329338597568753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=3206329338597568753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3206329338597568753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3206329338597568753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/04/visitas.html' title='Visitas'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-5298625752852634538</id><published>2011-04-18T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T13:37:54.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inocentes II</title><content type='html'>Depois do banho, embrulhei a D numa toalha e disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Assim na cabecinha, até pareces uma freira."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Nem sei o que é uma freira." - disse-me. Não sabia bem como explicar e saiu-me isto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "É uma senhora que reza muito e não tem filhos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Se calhar, não tirou o quadradinho, mãe." - explicou ela referindo-se ao adesivo anticoncepcional. E ainda acrescentou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Pode pensar que é só para os dói-dóis."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-5298625752852634538?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/5298625752852634538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=5298625752852634538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/5298625752852634538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/5298625752852634538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/04/inocentes-ii.html' title='Inocentes II'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-3324970496749920606</id><published>2011-04-17T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T08:34:55.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaginário...</title><content type='html'>No carro, D brincava com um telemóvel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "G, qual é o número do Sr. Urso?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "134."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "1... 3... 4..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Ai, não! Esse é o da Sr.ª Zebra. O do Sr. Urso é 124."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-3324970496749920606?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/3324970496749920606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=3324970496749920606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3324970496749920606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3324970496749920606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/04/imaginario.html' title='Imaginário...'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-4871622786054991921</id><published>2011-04-13T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:59:51.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.P.C.</title><content type='html'>- "Mãe, sabes uma palavra com 'vr'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Vredade, não conheces?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Vá lá, mãe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Vrum, vrum é um carro. Vrum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Boa, mãe. É com N ou com M?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabámos por encontrar «livre». Acabei de reparar que «palavra» também é.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-4871622786054991921?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/4871622786054991921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=4871622786054991921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4871622786054991921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4871622786054991921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/04/tpc.html' title='T.P.C.'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-1637426157599304351</id><published>2011-04-10T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T06:32:26.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3D</title><content type='html'>- "Mãe, o que eu gosto mais do cinema é apanhar as pipocas que saem da televisão." - D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-1637426157599304351?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/1637426157599304351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=1637426157599304351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/1637426157599304351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/1637426157599304351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/04/3d.html' title='3D'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-632331713169431647</id><published>2011-04-04T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T11:45:21.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ir ao cabeleireiro</title><content type='html'>O puto precisava de cortar o cabelo e estávamos a preparar-nos para ir até ao centro comercial. Ele tinha dois pares de ténis novos e perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vamos ao cabeleireiro? Já sei que ténis vou levar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz a D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Para quê? Não é para fazer nada com os pés.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-632331713169431647?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/632331713169431647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=632331713169431647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/632331713169431647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/632331713169431647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/04/ir-ao-cabeleireiro.html' title='Ir ao cabeleireiro'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-7862541180080052754</id><published>2011-04-03T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T13:38:26.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jet set</title><content type='html'>Num programa de jet set há sempre uma personalidade, escondida atrás de uma máscara do Michael Jackson. que no final é revelada. Depois de revelada, a apresentadora perguntou-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Trocavas a tua vida pela do Michael Jackson?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu comentei que era a pergunta mais estúpida que já tinha ouvido e o G rematou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Pois, se ele nem sabe cantar."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-7862541180080052754?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/7862541180080052754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=7862541180080052754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/7862541180080052754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/7862541180080052754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/04/jet-set.html' title='Jet set'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-1501625846073668299</id><published>2011-03-29T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T15:15:52.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rasteiras do inglês</title><content type='html'>A autora foi a filha de uma amiga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Mãe, deixa-me ver a marmelodi (Mermaid Melody). Eu vou ser a bosta pérola rosa (Voz da Pérola Rosa)."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-1501625846073668299?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/1501625846073668299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=1501625846073668299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/1501625846073668299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/1501625846073668299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/03/rasteiras-do-ingles.html' title='Rasteiras do inglês'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-1251488288334718124</id><published>2011-03-29T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T15:07:20.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inocentes</title><content type='html'>O filho de uma amiga chega a casa do infantário e diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Mãe, a V hoje esteve a falar do «corpo do mano» tem ossos."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-1251488288334718124?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/1251488288334718124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=1251488288334718124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/1251488288334718124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/1251488288334718124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/03/inocentes_29.html' title='Inocentes'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-224090228485882235</id><published>2011-03-29T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T13:05:01.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Criaturas estranhas</title><content type='html'>Expliquei à D que o Unicórnio se chamava assim porque tinha um só corno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, a ver um filme, comentou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Olha um unicórnio! Vês pai, ele ali a bater com o seu córnio?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-224090228485882235?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/224090228485882235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=224090228485882235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/224090228485882235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/224090228485882235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/03/criaturas-estranhas.html' title='Criaturas estranhas'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-7681065420880378821</id><published>2011-03-29T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T15:01:10.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Descobertas III</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;P partilha com a sua mãe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Ó mãe, tu sabias que há duas nove-e-meias? Uma nove-e-meia de manhã e uma nove-e-meia à noite."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-7681065420880378821?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/7681065420880378821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=7681065420880378821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/7681065420880378821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/7681065420880378821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/03/descobertas-iii.html' title='Descobertas III'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-3412723142305979022</id><published>2011-03-21T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T15:02:21.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fui ao multibanco</title><content type='html'>D: - "O que estás a fazer, mãe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamã: - "Estou a pagar a luz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: - "A apagar a luz?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-3412723142305979022?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/3412723142305979022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=3412723142305979022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3412723142305979022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3412723142305979022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/03/fui-ao-multibanco.html' title='Fui ao multibanco'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-2016659788108927271</id><published>2011-03-19T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T15:01:01.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Census 2011</title><content type='html'>G: "O quê que é isso dos Census, mãe? São as novas pastilhas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5TCq7OU6XLg/TYfKbIqeo5I/AAAAAAAAAhM/DMTgAzDAmEw/s1600/12.%2BSENSES%2BWATERMELON%2BSUNRISE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5TCq7OU6XLg/TYfKbIqeo5I/AAAAAAAAAhM/DMTgAzDAmEw/s200/12.%2BSENSES%2BWATERMELON%2BSUNRISE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586656430307320722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-2016659788108927271?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/2016659788108927271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=2016659788108927271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/2016659788108927271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/2016659788108927271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/03/census-2011.html' title='Census 2011'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5TCq7OU6XLg/TYfKbIqeo5I/AAAAAAAAAhM/DMTgAzDAmEw/s72-c/12.%2BSENSES%2BWATERMELON%2BSUNRISE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-2960691024417500008</id><published>2011-03-15T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T14:57:40.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansadinha...</title><content type='html'>Decidimos ir a pé até à piscina. Diz a D, a meio do percurso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Ir a pé dá mais canso. É por isso que eu não queria ir a pé."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-2960691024417500008?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/2960691024417500008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=2960691024417500008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/2960691024417500008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/2960691024417500008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/03/cansadinha.html' title='Cansadinha...'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-5589742523645052209</id><published>2011-03-11T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T03:02:10.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem é quem?</title><content type='html'>O pai chegou a casa e disse na sala:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Epá, esqueci-me do carregador do telemóvel no trabalho."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz a D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Pois, é assim, se tomasses conta das tuas coisas..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-5589742523645052209?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/5589742523645052209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=5589742523645052209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/5589742523645052209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/5589742523645052209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/03/quem-e-quem.html' title='Quem é quem?'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-2073994282211981571</id><published>2011-03-03T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T03:09:26.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval</title><content type='html'>O Carnaval é assim como os casamentos: os putos vestem-se todos bonitinhos e depois continuam a fazer todas as coisas que as crianças fazem (levantar saias, rebolar no chão, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Íamos pela rua quando eu disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Olha uma Branca de Neve deitada no chão."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a D contextualiza logo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Foi quando ela morreu."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-2073994282211981571?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/2073994282211981571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=2073994282211981571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/2073994282211981571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/2073994282211981571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/03/carnaval.html' title='Carnaval'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-41747123873251891</id><published>2011-02-26T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T03:05:41.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fora de contexto</title><content type='html'>O P e a A vieram passar a noite connosco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apanhei-os a ensaboar as mãos na casa de banho enquanto a torneira corria água à toa. Como sabia que já tinham falado nisso no infantário, perguntei à A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Então? Tu não és amiga do ambiente?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunta o P muito rápido:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Quem é o ambiente?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-41747123873251891?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/41747123873251891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=41747123873251891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/41747123873251891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/41747123873251891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/02/fora-de-contexto.html' title='Fora de contexto'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-3454924476077837572</id><published>2011-02-03T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T03:14:06.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O G foi a uma visita de estudo onde cada um pintou um azulejo. Perguntei-lhe se não o trouxeram para casa e ele respondeu-me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Sabes porquê, mãe? Porque aquilo precisa de uns 1000 graus. Acho que só quando formos adultos é que os vamos receber..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal veio na semana seguinte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-3454924476077837572?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/3454924476077837572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=3454924476077837572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3454924476077837572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3454924476077837572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-g-foi-uma-visita-de-estudo-onde-cada.html' title=''/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-3850355233901867843</id><published>2011-01-31T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T16:29:44.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muitos erros?</title><content type='html'>O pai vai ensinando umas coisas ao puto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- G, lembras-te do que é um ozalide?&lt;br /&gt;- Não.&lt;br /&gt;- Então, são as provas de um livro antes de mandar produzir, para ver se tem algum erro.&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, já sei.&lt;br /&gt;- Queres ver o ozalide dos cadernos da Monstrinha?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim. E tem muitos erros?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-3850355233901867843?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/3850355233901867843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=3850355233901867843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3850355233901867843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3850355233901867843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/01/muitos-erros.html' title='Muitos erros?'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-6532544222034549285</id><published>2011-01-24T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T03:16:01.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roubar a Lua?</title><content type='html'>O Gru queria roubar a Lua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A D achou que não era uma boa ideia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Roubar a Lua? Depois já não vai haver noite e eles vão ficar cheios de sono de dia."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-6532544222034549285?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/6532544222034549285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=6532544222034549285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6532544222034549285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6532544222034549285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2011/01/roubar-lua.html' title='Roubar a Lua?'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-6843338264282385561</id><published>2010-12-27T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T18:41:41.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Só uma ajudinha...</title><content type='html'>Ao lanche a D pediu ao pai que lhe enrolasse o crepe com doce de morango. O pai, para não o fazer por ela, tentou combinar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu enrolo um bocado e tu fazes o resto, está bem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O resto é: cortar e comer, cortar e comer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-6843338264282385561?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/6843338264282385561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=6843338264282385561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6843338264282385561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6843338264282385561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-uma-ajudinha.html' title='Só uma ajudinha...'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-6914971123430691068</id><published>2010-12-17T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T03:19:00.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Descobertas II</title><content type='html'>G: - "Tu sabias que mesmo que tu digas miau os gatos não te percebem?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-6914971123430691068?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/6914971123430691068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=6914971123430691068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6914971123430691068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6914971123430691068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/12/descobertas-ii.html' title='Descobertas II'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-46532274799648368</id><published>2010-12-04T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T03:19:30.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Descobertas I</title><content type='html'>D: - "O preto e o branco formam uma equipa porque são duas cores que não são muito cor."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-46532274799648368?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/46532274799648368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=46532274799648368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/46532274799648368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/46532274799648368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/12/descobertas-i.html' title='Descobertas I'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-4876042126235768760</id><published>2010-11-06T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T16:26:14.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Explica melhor...</title><content type='html'>- D, vai fazer a tua cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mas eu já tinha posto isto para cima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, pois, foi a mamã que abriu para respirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Pacaso", há alguma coisa na cama que respira?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-4876042126235768760?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/4876042126235768760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=4876042126235768760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4876042126235768760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4876042126235768760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/11/explica-melhor.html' title='Explica melhor...'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-4670006217384340635</id><published>2010-10-31T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T06:36:45.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Então?</title><content type='html'>D esteve na sala a ver desenhos animados. Entrou no quarto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Mamã, está a dar um «desanimado» chamado Kadjé Kadjé."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois confessou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Quer dizer, não se chama assim, eu é que chamei."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda completou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Também não é bem um «desanimado»..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-4670006217384340635?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/4670006217384340635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=4670006217384340635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4670006217384340635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4670006217384340635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/10/entao.html' title='Então?'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-7386492217947267631</id><published>2010-10-26T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T06:27:27.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De outro mundo</title><content type='html'>A pé, pelo Campo de Santa Clara, passamos por 3 brasileiros, um deles a falar bastante alto com uma pronúncia acentuada. Diz a D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Olha, mamã, estes senhores vieram de outro mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não foi de outro mundo, D. São de outro país, do Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela assentiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais acima, já perto da Voz do Operário, passam por nós um grupo de italianos. Diz ela:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Estes também são do Brasil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-7386492217947267631?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/7386492217947267631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=7386492217947267631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/7386492217947267631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/7386492217947267631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/10/de-outro-mundo.html' title='De outro mundo'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-270559918712223586</id><published>2010-10-20T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T06:31:34.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A casa 1!!</title><content type='html'>Em finais de Julho G e D foram passar férias com os avós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No início de Agosto voltámos a Lisboa. Ao passarmos de carro num bairro perto a D começou a reparar nos números por cima das portas dos prédios. E diz eufórica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Olha, mamã, a casa 1!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois completa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Quando estava de férias com a avó I já encontrei a casa 2, e a 4."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, muito pensativa, disse-me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Sabes mamã, há várias casas com os mesmos números. Eu já vi duas casas 10 em sítios diferentes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-270559918712223586?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/270559918712223586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=270559918712223586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/270559918712223586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/270559918712223586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/10/casa-1.html' title='A casa 1!!'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-7093579101593971380</id><published>2010-10-20T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T16:21:31.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloqueadores de carros</title><content type='html'>Lógica do G: "Mamã, se os senhores não queriam que parasses aí o carro porque é que o prenderam? Agora é que não o consegues tirar mesmo!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-7093579101593971380?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/7093579101593971380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=7093579101593971380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/7093579101593971380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/7093579101593971380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/10/bloqueadores-de-carros.html' title='Bloqueadores de carros'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-4946869550570830389</id><published>2010-10-15T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T06:40:20.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Explicações astronómicas</title><content type='html'>O mano G explica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "D, sabes que quando é de noite nós estamos virados ao contrário?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-4946869550570830389?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/4946869550570830389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=4946869550570830389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4946869550570830389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4946869550570830389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/10/explicacoes-astronomicas.html' title='Explicações astronómicas'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-3604467323400906042</id><published>2010-10-15T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T03:21:21.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sério?</title><content type='html'>Falávamos da Rua Sésamo, dos personagens, dos nomes. Disse-lhes que um dia conheci um rapaz chamado Gualter. Diz logo a D, muito pensativa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Eu não sabia que Gualter era um nome a sério..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-3604467323400906042?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/3604467323400906042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=3604467323400906042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3604467323400906042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3604467323400906042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/10/serio.html' title='A sério?'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-3321808570267283517</id><published>2010-10-10T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T13:22:58.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modos de pagamento</title><content type='html'>Em casa da avó I, é impossível aos putos saírem da mesa para o resto da casa sem passarem pela avó. Também é muito pouco provável que ela não lhes peça a "portagem" (que consiste apenas de um beijo). A brincadeira deles é sempre tentar ludibriá-la e escapar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a D esperava que o mano passasse do lado onde ela própria está sentada à mesa e o avô disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Também lhe vais pedir uma portagem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sim. Mas a minha portagem não é beijinhos. É cartão... E moeda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-3321808570267283517?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/3321808570267283517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=3321808570267283517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3321808570267283517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3321808570267283517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/10/modos-de-pagamento.html' title='Modos de pagamento'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-2206494457998263539</id><published>2010-10-06T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T15:50:12.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(I)lógicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TMn-F5Qk2bI/AAAAAAAAAgk/2m5qLuzTM_Q/s1600/Immag2047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TMn-F5Qk2bI/AAAAAAAAAgk/2m5qLuzTM_Q/s320/Immag2047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533232994424510898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D desenha. Papá vai espreitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O que é isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É uma cabeça-coração. Foi a C que inventou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tu podias inventar uma mão-coração. Não achas bem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- (pausa) Isso não existe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-2206494457998263539?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/2206494457998263539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=2206494457998263539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/2206494457998263539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/2206494457998263539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/10/ilogicas.html' title='(I)lógicas'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TMn-F5Qk2bI/AAAAAAAAAgk/2m5qLuzTM_Q/s72-c/Immag2047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-520346809007278264</id><published>2010-10-01T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T13:56:25.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- "Olha, mamã, são os carros dos Ídolos!" (D)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TLImY4eF6TI/AAAAAAAAAgU/l9iowWDiw9Q/s1600/ford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TLImY4eF6TI/AAAAAAAAAgU/l9iowWDiw9Q/s320/ford.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526521901654337842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TLIm_EWYJ2I/AAAAAAAAAgc/Pws9GrWJWaM/s1600/idolos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TLIm_EWYJ2I/AAAAAAAAAgc/Pws9GrWJWaM/s320/idolos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526522557678233442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-520346809007278264?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/520346809007278264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=520346809007278264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/520346809007278264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/520346809007278264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/10/logotipos.html' title='- &quot;Olha, mamã, são os carros dos Ídolos!&quot; (D)'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TLImY4eF6TI/AAAAAAAAAgU/l9iowWDiw9Q/s72-c/ford.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-8046544619114830172</id><published>2010-09-17T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T13:27:55.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafos</title><content type='html'>Quando conduzo falo muito sozinha. Obviamente esqueço-me que os putos me ouvem e eles devem achar que estou a falar com eles. Isto causa alguns diálogos interessantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após uma manobra estranhíssima de outro carro que veio em contra-mão na minha direcção para estacionar o carro ao meu lado, desabafei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fogo! Há gajos que são estúpidos como uma porta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz o G lá atrás:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É verdade, mãe. As portas são mesmo estúpidas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-8046544619114830172?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/8046544619114830172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=8046544619114830172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/8046544619114830172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/8046544619114830172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/09/quando-conduzo-falo-muito-sozinha.html' title='Desabafos'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-3788733184423124162</id><published>2010-09-03T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T11:12:28.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Últimos mergulhos</title><content type='html'>Antes de sairmos do hotel ainda fomos dar uns mergulhos à piscina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: - "Consegui abrir a porta debaixo de água!"&lt;br /&gt;Mamã: - "Mas não é para abrir a boca debaixo de água."&lt;br /&gt;D: - "Não, a porta... Dos olhos. Esta." (aponta para a pálpebra)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-3788733184423124162?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/3788733184423124162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=3788733184423124162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3788733184423124162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3788733184423124162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/09/ultimos-mergulhos.html' title='Últimos mergulhos'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-5078033411970634443</id><published>2010-08-17T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T10:55:40.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspectivas</title><content type='html'>D está habituada a viver num bairro típico de Lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos buscar uma amiga aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TIPZLLLjXlI/AAAAAAAAAgE/cKiO5CXfsZo/s1600/Immag1681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TIPZLLLjXlI/AAAAAAAAAgE/cKiO5CXfsZo/s320/Immag1681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513489154834652754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comentário:&lt;br /&gt;- "Aqui as casas são todas iguais, não percebo porquê. Prédios tão grandes, com tantas janelas, não é preciso assim..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-5078033411970634443?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/5078033411970634443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=5078033411970634443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/5078033411970634443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/5078033411970634443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/08/perspectivas.html' title='Perspectivas'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TIPZLLLjXlI/AAAAAAAAAgE/cKiO5CXfsZo/s72-c/Immag1681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-7567685857072851861</id><published>2010-08-15T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T11:06:04.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brincadeiras... Ou não.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TIPbvZoHnbI/AAAAAAAAAgM/IvKTTyzeLxM/s1600/Immag1662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TIPbvZoHnbI/AAAAAAAAAgM/IvKTTyzeLxM/s320/Immag1662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513491976211111346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos passear e ela insistiu em levar a sua malinha com um telemóvel de brincar dentro. Já estava a ver que a miúda havia de descartar a mala para mim a qualquer altura. Lá aconteceu. Para que ela a levasse de novo, dei-lha e disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Vê lá a tua malinha que o teu telemóvel pode tocar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Deixa-me lá desligar isto."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-7567685857072851861?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/7567685857072851861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=7567685857072851861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/7567685857072851861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/7567685857072851861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/09/brincadeiras-ou-nao.html' title='Brincadeiras... Ou não.'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TIPbvZoHnbI/AAAAAAAAAgM/IvKTTyzeLxM/s72-c/Immag1662.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-6401946410613952952</id><published>2010-08-13T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T15:37:16.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos, amigos...</title><content type='html'>G: - "Pai, a avó deu-me dinheiro para levar para a colónia."&lt;br /&gt;Pai: - "Ai foi? Quanto? Já estamos ricos?"&lt;br /&gt;G: - "Estamos, não. O dinheiro é meu."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-6401946410613952952?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/6401946410613952952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=6401946410613952952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6401946410613952952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6401946410613952952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/08/amigos-amigos.html' title='Amigos, amigos...'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-6743693855935079374</id><published>2010-08-13T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T14:38:32.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sabes, mamã? Isto tem um afia cá dentro!" (D)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TGhdytKF3tI/AAAAAAAAAf0/VaTJOb0UDVM/s1600/Immag1652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TGhdytKF3tI/AAAAAAAAAf0/VaTJOb0UDVM/s320/Immag1652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505753670157197010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-6743693855935079374?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/6743693855935079374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=6743693855935079374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6743693855935079374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6743693855935079374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/08/sabes-mama-isto-tem-um-afia-ca-dentro.html' title='&quot;Sabes, mamã? Isto tem um afia cá dentro!&quot; (D)'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TGhdytKF3tI/AAAAAAAAAf0/VaTJOb0UDVM/s72-c/Immag1652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-9131211403661914281</id><published>2010-08-11T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T11:07:52.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desportos</title><content type='html'>D: - "Olha, já estamos no campo de futebol."&lt;br /&gt;Mamã: - "É de ténis, amor."&lt;br /&gt;D: - "Então onde está o cesto?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-9131211403661914281?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/9131211403661914281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=9131211403661914281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/9131211403661914281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/9131211403661914281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/08/desportos.html' title='Desportos'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-4425714211124803467</id><published>2010-07-30T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T07:06:49.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sabes, mamã, não gosto nada de carros com tatuagens." (G)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TFLcVFk2bkI/AAAAAAAAAfs/LUYuFN8bK4k/s1600/Immag1579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TFLcVFk2bkI/AAAAAAAAAfs/LUYuFN8bK4k/s320/Immag1579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499700349804899906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-4425714211124803467?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/4425714211124803467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=4425714211124803467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4425714211124803467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4425714211124803467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/07/sabes-mama-nao-gosto-nada-de-carros-com.html' title='&quot;Sabes, mamã, não gosto nada de carros com tatuagens.&quot; (G)'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TFLcVFk2bkI/AAAAAAAAAfs/LUYuFN8bK4k/s72-c/Immag1579.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-4578354531276193247</id><published>2010-07-26T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T05:21:36.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TE19vMVagYI/AAAAAAAAAfk/kgRrDGdVE7Q/s1600/Immag1544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TE19vMVagYI/AAAAAAAAAfk/kgRrDGdVE7Q/s320/Immag1544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498188969807610242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em plenas férias em casa dos avós, estes adoptaram um cachorrinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O G delirou com tudo: não via a hora de ir "comprar o cãozinho" (como ele dizia), quis ser ele a trazê-lo no carro e, já em casa, estavam inseparáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa noite não se deitou enquanto não me obrigou a preparar toda a roupa que teria de vestir no dia seguinte e, de manhã, percebi porquê. Logo que acordou vestiu-se, calçou-se e foi brincar com o amigo novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto a avó também acordou e passou-se o seguinte diálogo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Avóóó, o cãozinho vomitou.&lt;br /&gt;- Está bem, G, já vou.&lt;br /&gt;- Avóóó, o cãozinho está a comer o vomitado.&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- Olha, avó, ele já aprendeu. Agora já está a mastigar melhor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-4578354531276193247?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/4578354531276193247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=4578354531276193247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4578354531276193247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4578354531276193247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/07/novo-amigo.html' title='Novo amigo'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TE19vMVagYI/AAAAAAAAAfk/kgRrDGdVE7Q/s72-c/Immag1544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-5681032794084547687</id><published>2010-07-05T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T15:03:51.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preços</title><content type='html'>G: - E depois dava para comprar um carro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamã: - Mas um carro é muito dinheiro, amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: Quanto, mamã? "Praí" 1000 euros?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-5681032794084547687?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/5681032794084547687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=5681032794084547687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/5681032794084547687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/5681032794084547687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/07/precos.html' title='Preços'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-8142557213619226150</id><published>2010-06-29T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T14:04:11.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidariedade</title><content type='html'>No outro dia fomos ao supermercado e, enquanto arrumávamos as compras na mala do carro, veio um senhor pedir "uma ajudinha". Para sorte do senhor até tinha colocado uma moeda no carro (costumo colocar uma ficha) e estava num dia "sim". Dei-lhe o carro para ele levar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como sempre, depois expliquei aos putos o que se tinha passado (para eles fazerem menos confabulações naquelas pequenas cabecinhas). Falei-lhe que, apesar de nós não termos muito dinheiro, havia pessoas que tinham ainda menos e que não conseguem comprar comida ou pagar uma casa. A D achou que dar-lhe uma moeda não era suficiente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "E depois levamos as pessoas que não têm casa para dormirem e viverem em nossa casa."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-8142557213619226150?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/8142557213619226150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=8142557213619226150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/8142557213619226150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/8142557213619226150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/06/solidariedade.html' title='Solidariedade'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-4050635799549913527</id><published>2010-06-10T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T14:12:23.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menino ou menina?</title><content type='html'>O G aprendeu a fazer a distinção entre os animais que têm nomes específicos para cada sexo (como cavalo e égua) e os que não têm (elefante macho e elefante fêmea). Diz a D muito pensativa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Também há bichos da seda que se chamam fêmea e macho."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-4050635799549913527?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/4050635799549913527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=4050635799549913527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4050635799549913527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4050635799549913527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/06/menino-ou-menina.html' title='Menino ou menina?'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-4418714243954094475</id><published>2010-06-09T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T04:52:09.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aceitação pelos pares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TA-AUlwVcyI/AAAAAAAAAfc/cX5l9sOMAE8/s1600/EstrelaBallet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480740362753766178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TA-AUlwVcyI/AAAAAAAAAfc/cX5l9sOMAE8/s320/EstrelaBallet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O papá deu à D um livro da Princesa Poppy, todo cor-de-rosa com letras brilhantes. A D pediu-me se o podia levar para o infantário no dia seguinte e explicou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Porque depois vou mostrá-lo à AS e ela vai dizer: «Uaaaau!»"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noutro dia quis levar umas cuequinhas que têm brilhantes nos desenhos e contou-me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Mostrei as minhas cuecas à C e ela disse «Uaaaau!»"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-4418714243954094475?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/4418714243954094475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=4418714243954094475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4418714243954094475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4418714243954094475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/06/aceitacao-pelos-pares.html' title='Aceitação pelos pares'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/TA-AUlwVcyI/AAAAAAAAAfc/cX5l9sOMAE8/s72-c/EstrelaBallet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-8507922392483318833</id><published>2010-06-09T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T04:25:23.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casamentos</title><content type='html'>Fomos recentemente ao casamento de um primo. Os putos adoram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sábado fomos a Belém e aproveitámos para visitar a catedral do Mosteiro dos Jerónimos. Diz o G:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Mamã, olha um casamento! Não nos convidaram."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-8507922392483318833?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/8507922392483318833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=8507922392483318833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/8507922392483318833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/8507922392483318833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/06/casamentos.html' title='Casamentos'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-1585373520370639224</id><published>2010-06-06T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T04:23:18.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brincadeiras modernas</title><content type='html'>Diz o G para a D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "D, queres brincar à investigação criminal?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-1585373520370639224?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/1585373520370639224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=1585373520370639224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/1585373520370639224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/1585373520370639224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/06/brincadeiras-modernas.html' title='Brincadeiras modernas'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-3847991872951062858</id><published>2010-05-18T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:40:45.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva o Verão!</title><content type='html'>Dia de calor... O primeiro em que saímos os 3 de casa sem casacos. Diz o G logo pela manhã:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Mamã, gosto muito do cheiro do Verão!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) E eu também! E que bem cheirava o Verão esta manhã!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-3847991872951062858?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/3847991872951062858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=3847991872951062858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3847991872951062858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3847991872951062858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/05/viva-o-verao.html' title='Viva o Verão!'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-7661108128998723639</id><published>2010-05-01T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T09:29:04.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manos...</title><content type='html'>Ontem parei o carro em frente ao palácio de São Bento. A D, o papá e a avó ficaram no carro enquanto o G e eu fomos a pé até um café onde havia uma festa de uma amiga dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal saímos do carro, subimos uma escadaria e ouvimos, na rua onde ficou o carro, o que seria uma mota em velocidade, a fazer raters, uma grande travagem e, por fim, um acidente. Como o carro tinha ficado próximo da curva, fiquei melindrada e comentei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Isto foi mesmo um acidente. Espero que não tenha batido no nosso carro."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz o G:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Espero que a D não esteja ferida."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-7661108128998723639?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/7661108128998723639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=7661108128998723639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/7661108128998723639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/7661108128998723639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/05/manos.html' title='Manos...'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-4831975406146019837</id><published>2010-04-26T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T14:35:18.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbies modernas</title><content type='html'>A Barbie da D já tem as cuequinhas desenhadas na própria boneca. As maminhas nem por isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: - "Mamã, sabes? A Barbie não tem as maminhas à mostra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamã: - "Ai não?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: - "Não. Aquilo é o «contra-maminhas»."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamã: - "O contra-maminhas? Quem te ensinou?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: - "Foi o mano."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-4831975406146019837?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/4831975406146019837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=4831975406146019837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4831975406146019837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4831975406146019837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/04/barbies-modernas.html' title='Barbies modernas'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-3945789631366911237</id><published>2010-04-22T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T16:07:45.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Próteses</title><content type='html'>A D partiu a unha dela e está quase a cair. Estávamos a comentar o facto quando o G:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "É como os dentes. Cai e depois nasce outra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explicámos que não era bem o mesmo porque os dentes só caíam uma vez. Ele resolveu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Não faz mal. Depois põe-se um dente «abstracto»."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-3945789631366911237?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/3945789631366911237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=3945789631366911237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3945789631366911237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3945789631366911237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/04/proteses.html' title='Próteses'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-8530317638503239285</id><published>2010-04-16T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T16:44:11.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Materiais</title><content type='html'>D fez um desenho muito giro no infantário. Perguntei-lhe que materiais tinha usado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Fiz com lápis de cera e com a caneta &lt;em&gt;da start.&lt;/em&gt;" (de acetato)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-8530317638503239285?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/8530317638503239285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=8530317638503239285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/8530317638503239285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/8530317638503239285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/04/materiais.html' title='Materiais'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-6571604947816976446</id><published>2010-04-16T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T02:30:04.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teoria do facto consumado II</title><content type='html'>Ontem dei uns telemóveis antigos aos putos para brincarem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À noite o pai apanhou o G a tentar abrir um deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje de manhã disse-lhe que não o devia fazer porque as baterias são perigosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele andava com um daqueles que tem de se abrir para atender as chamadas. Disse-me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: - "Ah, mas este tenho de abrir para poder falar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamã: - "Pois mas sabes que não é disso que estou a falar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: - "Sim, é abrir aqui atrás. Mas este quando se abre a bateria não sai."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-6571604947816976446?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/6571604947816976446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=6571604947816976446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6571604947816976446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6571604947816976446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/04/teoria-do-facto-consumado-ii.html' title='Teoria do facto consumado II'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-4307110470450354957</id><published>2010-04-15T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T13:09:38.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teoria do facto consumado</title><content type='html'>D: "Mamã, posso usar uma toalhita para brincar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamã: "Hmm... Para brincar a quê?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Na casinha. Com o Nenuco."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamã: "Podes, mas só uma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Eu só tirei uma."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-4307110470450354957?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/4307110470450354957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=4307110470450354957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4307110470450354957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4307110470450354957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/04/teoria-do-facto-consumado.html' title='Teoria do facto consumado'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-8082610924514690596</id><published>2010-04-13T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T11:53:22.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afiar lápis</title><content type='html'>D: "Mamã, vou afiar este lápis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamã: "Está bem. Não vais fazer porcaria?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: (pausa) Vou. (outra pausa)... No caixote do lixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro! Que tolice a minha! Afiar faz SEMPRE porcaria. A questão é onde ela é feita!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passado um bocado vem ter comigo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mamã, olha! Eu afio e o bico cresce."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-8082610924514690596?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/8082610924514690596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=8082610924514690596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/8082610924514690596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/8082610924514690596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/04/afiar-lapis.html' title='Afiar lápis'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-4136561697884571414</id><published>2010-04-09T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T04:45:56.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Constatações da D III</title><content type='html'>"Eu acho que o Rei Zangão é namorado da madrasta."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-4136561697884571414?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/4136561697884571414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Alenquer</title><content type='html'>Pôr do sol emoldurado por bolinhas de sabão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou tão viciada em fazê-las como o G em apanhá-las...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava tão silencioso que descobrimos que fazem barulho ao rebentar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-3427468543293088979?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/3427468543293088979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=3427468543293088979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3427468543293088979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3427468543293088979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/04/fim-de-tarde-em-alenquer.html' title='Fim de tarde em Alenquer'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-6788742761601944152</id><published>2010-03-08T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T10:02:52.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem é que canta bem?</title><content type='html'>Segunda-feira logo pela manhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamã a cantar as músicas que vão passando no rádio do carro nos 5 minutos de casa ao infantário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: "Ó mamã, tu se fosses aos Ídolos passavas aquelas fases todas e ganhavas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começou bem a semana. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-6788742761601944152?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/6788742761601944152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=6788742761601944152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6788742761601944152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6788742761601944152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/03/quem-e-que-canta-bem.html' title='Quem é que canta bem?'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-2040972593168658277</id><published>2010-02-28T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T04:41:18.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Constatações da D II</title><content type='html'>"Um beijinho na boca são mesmo dois beijinhos."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-2040972593168658277?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/2040972593168658277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Pensamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Em viagem, em plena autoestrada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Mamã, isto é redondo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "O quê, filhota?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "Este nosso mundo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-1639910312940778611?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/1639910312940778611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=1639910312940778611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/1639910312940778611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/1639910312940778611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/02/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-4844663107869267604</id><published>2010-02-27T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T05:31:50.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vendaval</title><content type='html'>G: "Mamã, olha, as árvores estão a dizer adeus. Adeus, árvores!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-4844663107869267604?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/4844663107869267604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=4844663107869267604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4844663107869267604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4844663107869267604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/02/ventania.html' title='Vendaval'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-6122135350392171604</id><published>2010-02-22T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:47:48.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chateia o mano...</title><content type='html'>É comum passarem as tardes de sábado e domingo a arranjarem razões para se chatearem um ao outro. Ontem o G finalmente arranjou um livro e pôs-se a ler. A pimpolhinha andava de um lado para o outro a "inventar". Passou na cozinha, o pai topou-a e propôs-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Olha, D, vamos pensar num brinquedo para brincares. Um assim que tenhas ganho no Natal..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Hmmm, não me interessa nada. Vou ver o livro do mano... esse agrada-me bem!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E bazou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pai foi atrás dela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-6122135350392171604?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/6122135350392171604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=6122135350392171604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6122135350392171604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6122135350392171604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/02/chateia-o-mano.html' title='Chateia o mano...'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-3628944456445678763</id><published>2010-02-10T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T04:41:04.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Constatações da D I</title><content type='html'>"A língua é o guardanapo dos lábios."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-3628944456445678763?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/3628944456445678763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=3628944456445678763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3628944456445678763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3628944456445678763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/02/constatacoes-da-d-ii.html' title='Constatações da D I'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-7092993172141649316</id><published>2010-02-10T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T04:33:01.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversas de... cocó</title><content type='html'>D diz que quer fazer cocó e depois vai para a sanita e põe-se a conversar comigo e cocó... Nada! Hoje disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Deixa-te de conversas e pensa no cocó." - para ela se concentrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Já estou a pensar... se ele falasse."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-7092993172141649316?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/7092993172141649316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=7092993172141649316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/7092993172141649316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/7092993172141649316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/02/conversas-de-coco.html' title='Conversas de... cocó'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-360369533215701306</id><published>2010-02-01T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T07:08:58.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eles crescem... e aparecem.</title><content type='html'>A D chama "círculo" ao "circo" desde há 2 anos, sensivelmente. Na altura do Natal teve esta conversa com o pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Pai, o círculo foi muito giro."&lt;br /&gt;Pai: "D, não é círculo, é circo. Círculo é uma coisa assim redondinha." (faz uma forma redonda com a mão)&lt;br /&gt;D: "Eu sei, pai. É uma forma geométrica."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E continua a chamar "círculo" ao "circo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/S2buJzbJo1I/AAAAAAAAAew/WCq891KZ7NA/s1600-h/Immag0681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/S2buJzbJo1I/AAAAAAAAAew/WCq891KZ7NA/s320/Immag0681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433291852659401554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No outro dia fomos visitar o Navio Escola Sagres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãma: "Olha, G, aquilo serve para pôr os contentores dentro dos barcos."&lt;br /&gt;G: "Eu sei, mãe, é uma grua."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-360369533215701306?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/360369533215701306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=360369533215701306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/360369533215701306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/360369533215701306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/02/eles-crescem-e-aparecem.html' title='Eles crescem... e aparecem.'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/S2buJzbJo1I/AAAAAAAAAew/WCq891KZ7NA/s72-c/Immag0681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-68453947214375307</id><published>2010-01-20T14:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T04:37:54.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cenas de irmãos</title><content type='html'>Mãe a fazer jantar na cozinha, putos a chatearem-se na sala. Reclamei. Diz o G com cara de anjinho (acho que até lhe vi a auréola brilhar):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Eu estou a cantar e ela está só a reclamar comigo." - Olhei para a D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Ele está a cantar que eu cheiro mal do cu."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-68453947214375307?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/68453947214375307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=68453947214375307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/68453947214375307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/68453947214375307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/01/cenas-de-irmaos.html' title='Cenas de irmãos'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-6140167944031793822</id><published>2010-01-09T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:58:27.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuidado com as imitações II</title><content type='html'>Ao contrário da C, a D é mais fácil de contentar. Várias foram as ocasiões em que ela pediu uma coisa (às vezes bastante específica) mas ficou felicíssima com qualquer coisa parecida que lhe tenham oferecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este Natal ela pediu uma "Barbie 3 Mosqueteiras". Não lha comprei. Por acaso, a avó dos meus sobrinhos que passou o Natal connosco deu-lhe uma Barbie, daquelas mais simples. A D viu-a e disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Uau! Mesmo a que eu queria!!" - e ficou radiante que o Pai Natal lhe tivesse dado a Barbie que ela pediu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje disse-me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Sabes, mamã, a Barbie que eu ganhei não é a 3 Mosqueteiras. Eu vi uma e tinha uma coroa e a minha não tem."&lt;br /&gt;- "Ai é?"&lt;br /&gt;- "Sim. Mas não faz mal. Fica depois para os outros anos." - (ela faz anos logo a seguir ao Natal, falta um ano portanto). Depois continuou - "Ou então fazemos-lhe uma coroa, 'tá bem? Mas pintamos de cor-de-rosa."&lt;br /&gt;- "Está bem, amor, fazemos uma coroa à tua Barbie."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-6140167944031793822?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/6140167944031793822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=6140167944031793822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6140167944031793822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6140167944031793822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/01/cuidado-com-as-imitacoes-ii.html' title='Cuidado com as imitações II'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-5749633711704076927</id><published>2010-01-09T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:45:16.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuidado com as imitações I</title><content type='html'>Quando a minha prima mais nova, C, tinha a idade da D (uns 4 ou 5 anos) lembro-me de um Natal em que ela queria um guarda-fato da Barbie, todo em plástico cor-de-rosa e cheio de "rococós", que publicitavam na televisão. Na mesma altura, também publicitavam um guarda-fato feito em madeira real, para as meninas guardarem as roupinhas das suas bonecas. O comentário dela ao vê-lo foi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Olha, o guarda-fato da Barbie pobre."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-5749633711704076927?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/5749633711704076927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=5749633711704076927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/5749633711704076927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/5749633711704076927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/01/cuidado-com-as-imitacoes.html' title='Cuidado com as imitações I'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-3978839270970500855</id><published>2010-01-03T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:10:23.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Televisão nova</title><content type='html'>Primeira pergunta do G sobre a nova televisão que ganhámos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Quantos canais é que essa tem?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-3978839270970500855?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/3978839270970500855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=3978839270970500855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3978839270970500855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/3978839270970500855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2010/01/televisao-nova.html' title='Televisão nova'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-5245999522931589976</id><published>2009-12-17T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T07:29:41.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiculturalidade</title><content type='html'>- "Mamã, sabes? O C é da Natália! ... Se a sua casa é na Natália..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-5245999522931589976?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/5245999522931589976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=5245999522931589976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/5245999522931589976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/5245999522931589976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2009/12/multiculturalidade.html' title='Multiculturalidade'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-4192960363015364609</id><published>2009-12-06T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T12:37:09.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Namoros...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/SxwVg8W4AOI/AAAAAAAAAdU/f0lXOMAedY8/s1600-h/popota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/SxwVg8W4AOI/AAAAAAAAAdU/f0lXOMAedY8/s320/popota.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412224507894563042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Conversávamos sobre a Popota e eu referi o facto de ela poder namorar com o Moto Moto (o hipopótamo do Madagáscar 2) visto que a Glória, a hipopótama, decidiu namorar com a girafa. Diz a D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "A Glória acha que é namorada de uma girafa! Uma girafa é uma menina!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nós a pensar que o problema era serem de espécies diferentes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-4192960363015364609?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/4192960363015364609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=4192960363015364609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4192960363015364609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4192960363015364609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2009/12/namoros.html' title='Namoros...'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/SxwVg8W4AOI/AAAAAAAAAdU/f0lXOMAedY8/s72-c/popota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-7872855824278930157</id><published>2009-11-27T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:46:40.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>À porta do infantário...</title><content type='html'>...estava uma criança com um capacete na mota e o pai a preparar-se para sair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - "Ó mãe, olha uma «quiança» numa mota."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamã - "Pois é."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - "Deve ser a Catarina, a cara do pai é mesmo igual!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-7872855824278930157?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/7872855824278930157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=7872855824278930157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/7872855824278930157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/7872855824278930157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2009/11/porta-do-infantario.html' title='À porta do infantário...'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-4797050511268110908</id><published>2009-11-25T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T06:35:41.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ir para a escola</title><content type='html'>O meu sobrinho G foi este ano para a primeira classe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegou da escola, no primeiro dia, estava desapontado. Perguntaram-lhe porquê:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Ainda não consigo ler!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No segundo dia, chegou de novo chateado. E agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "A professora ainda não me deu um magalhães!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-4797050511268110908?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/4797050511268110908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=4797050511268110908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4797050511268110908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/4797050511268110908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2009/11/ir-para-escola.html' title='Ir para a escola'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-8142126409751582450</id><published>2009-11-21T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:50:47.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversas tontas</title><content type='html'>Às vezes, começam os dois com as conversas mais parvas, onde quaisquer regras da língua, da lógica ou da coerência não se aplicam. Nestes momentos só falar importa, até que algo os faça voltar à Terra. Hoje numa dessas conversas, falavam de matar. A D voltou à Terra desta forma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Nós sabemos matar. Só que sabes... Eu não sei matar tão bem."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-8142126409751582450?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/8142126409751582450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=8142126409751582450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/8142126409751582450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/8142126409751582450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2009/11/conversas-tontas.html' title='Conversas tontas'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-1462053202193874452</id><published>2009-11-11T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:09:08.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D, no duche</title><content type='html'>"Mamã, é assim que se lavam as maminhas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/Svrvl30jx7I/AAAAAAAAAdM/GieX7Hv-foA/s1600-h/Immag0341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/Svrvl30jx7I/AAAAAAAAAdM/GieX7Hv-foA/s320/Immag0341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402894136902928306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-1462053202193874452?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/1462053202193874452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=1462053202193874452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/1462053202193874452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/1462053202193874452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2009/11/d-no-duche.html' title='D, no duche'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/Svrvl30jx7I/AAAAAAAAAdM/GieX7Hv-foA/s72-c/Immag0341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-2899127611538050974</id><published>2009-11-03T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T05:07:13.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pouco previsíveis</title><content type='html'>No início de Setembro, o G e a D decidiram ter cães imaginários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O G arranjou um cão chamado Rolly com uma trela "daquelas que esticam e depois carregamos num botãozinho para ela parar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A D tem uma cadela cor-de-rosa chamada Branca de Neve. (!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem a ver a história do Capuchinho Vermelho, o narrador dizia: "Era uma vez uma menina que usava sempre um casaquinho vermelho e lhe chamavam Capuchinho Vermelho." Diz a D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Claro! Haviam de lhe chamar Capuchinho Verde?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-2899127611538050974?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/2899127611538050974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=2899127611538050974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/2899127611538050974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/2899127611538050974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2009/11/pouco-previsiveis.html' title='Pouco previsíveis'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-1917825586789411996</id><published>2009-10-29T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:27:51.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lanches saudáveis</title><content type='html'>Como trabalhei muitos anos com crianças em escolas, sempre me arrepiou a quantidade de porcarias dulcíssimas que os putos levam para comer ao lanche, e decidi que não me deixaria enganar pelos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bolycaos&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oreos&lt;/span&gt; em saquinhos tão práticos, prontos-a-pôr-na-mochila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em vez disso esforço-me por mandar-lhe pão com manteiga, mini-croissants com fiambre, bolachas tostadas. Sempre acompanhadas de leite c/ chocolate ou iogurte (raramente sumos). E tento variar ao máximo para que o puto não coma sempre as mesmas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia tínhamos umas maçãs pequenitas cá em casa e decidi mandar-lhe uma (ele sempre adorou fruta!). Pensei: "Quando chegar à tarde vai dizer-me que gozaram com ele e para não mandar mais."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegou disse-me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Mamã, gostei muito da maçã bebé que me mandaste. Amanhã tens de mandar duas porque a AM também quer comer uma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante alguns dias mandei 2 maçãs para ele dar uma à AM.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem decidi mandar-lhe uma tangerina. Resultado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Mamã, a tangerina que mandaste era mágica. O TP deu-me 2 pedaços enormes de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bolycao&lt;/span&gt; por 2 gomos de tangerina e o MA deu-me uma bolacha com recheio branco!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão: Todas as mães deviam mandar uma frutinha de vez em quando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-1917825586789411996?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/1917825586789411996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=1917825586789411996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/1917825586789411996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/1917825586789411996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2009/10/lanches-saudaveis.html' title='Lanches saudáveis'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-6198990581074654446</id><published>2009-10-12T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T02:31:35.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Descobertas</title><content type='html'>Temos um quadro daqueles magnéticos branco (escreve-se com canetas) de um lado e negro do outro (onde se escreve com giz). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por razões de mera limpeza (já basta a desarrumação!!) nunca os pus a escrever com o giz. Durante o fim-de-semana, virei o quadro e desenhei uma boneca a giz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje de manhã cheguei à sala e diz-me a D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "Olha, mamã, vês esta menina? Sou eu. Sabes uma coisa? O meu dedo consegue apagar este desenho. O meu dedo! Não é giro?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391643212112311458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/StL2722ZtKI/AAAAAAAAAdE/qdCqmE3o2mw/s320/Immag0268.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-6198990581074654446?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/6198990581074654446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=6198990581074654446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6198990581074654446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/6198990581074654446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2009/10/temos-um-quadro-daqueles-magneticos.html' title='Descobertas'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_qg33j4L8s/StL2722ZtKI/AAAAAAAAAdE/qdCqmE3o2mw/s72-c/Immag0268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-8418332837717813718</id><published>2009-10-04T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:50:45.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D e os outros...</title><content type='html'>- "Mamã, o P bateu-me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "D, não podes deixar o P bater-te. Tens de o pôr na ordem!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "E onde é que é a ordem?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-8418332837717813718?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/8418332837717813718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=8418332837717813718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/8418332837717813718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/8418332837717813718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2009/10/d-e-os-outros.html' title='D e os outros...'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-1915113068975009087</id><published>2009-10-04T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:45:17.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G a constatar factos</title><content type='html'>"Existem 2 tipos de campos:&lt;br /&gt;o Campo Grande e o Campo Pequeno!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-1915113068975009087?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/1915113068975009087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=1915113068975009087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/1915113068975009087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/1915113068975009087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2009/10/g-constatar-factos.html' title='G a constatar factos'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905937932695897127.post-782047610544091267</id><published>2009-10-04T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:44:05.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porta que faz barulho</title><content type='html'>- "Ah, uma porta que arrota! ihihihih"&lt;br /&gt;(D faz aquele risinho com mão na boca que só as crianças sabem fazer...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905937932695897127-782047610544091267?l=aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/feeds/782047610544091267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905937932695897127&amp;postID=782047610544091267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/782047610544091267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905937932695897127/posts/default/782047610544091267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aosolhosdascriancas.blogspot.com/2009/10/porta-que-faz-barulho.html' title='Porta que faz barulho'/><author><name>Kátia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
