<?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-4294926459405352472</id><updated>2012-02-13T17:56:45.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases de crianças</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-2520690180220870535</id><published>2012-02-13T17:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:56:45.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequenos da Fábia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Na barriga da mamãe ou do papai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Elisa, 3 anos:&lt;br /&gt;"Mãe eu já fui bebê? O papai já foi bebê, não é? E o Gui? E vc também já foi, não é? &lt;br /&gt;Eu já fui bebê na sua barriga, igual a titia (a tia está grávida)? &lt;br /&gt;E o Gui na do papai, não é?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Siri ou Sereias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gui: Essa praia tá cheia de buraco de siri.&lt;br /&gt;Elisa: Essa praia tá cheia de buraco de sereia!!!&lt;br /&gt;De noite, Gui: Mãe, de noite a maré sobe? Eu queria ver a maré alta.&lt;br /&gt;Elisa: Mãe, quando a Maria sobe, cobre o buraco da sereia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Instrumentos Musicais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mãe, tenho que te contar uma coisa importante sobre a aula de instrumentos musicais: eu me dei muito bem com o violoncelo.&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, precisamos comprar um violoncelo.&lt;br /&gt;E tem mais uma coisa, o violino e o violoncelo tem uma coisa dentro deles que se chama alma"&lt;br /&gt;E ele nem sabia que o sonho da mãe dele era tocar violoncelo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-2520690180220870535?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/2520690180220870535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2012/02/pequenos-da-fabia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/2520690180220870535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/2520690180220870535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2012/02/pequenos-da-fabia.html' title='Pequenos da Fábia'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-2828210741670055934</id><published>2012-02-02T18:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T18:38:11.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ternura</title><content type='html'>JP ao dormir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mãe, amanhã será um excelente dia!&lt;br /&gt;- Com certeza, filho!&lt;br /&gt;- Tenho certeza mãe porque tenho vc, papai e meus amigos que amo!!!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É para morder ou não uma coisa dessa? Mãe coruja é assim mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By JP... pequeno da Marissol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-2828210741670055934?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/2828210741670055934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2012/02/ternura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/2828210741670055934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/2828210741670055934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2012/02/ternura.html' title='Ternura'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-8258452770575889168</id><published>2012-02-02T18:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T18:35:34.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sereia</title><content type='html'>"Mami, eu acho que eu queria ser uma sereia. &lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que as sereias são lindas. &lt;br /&gt;O bom é que elas moram no mar, né? &lt;br /&gt;E no mar a gente nem precisa tomar banho, porque lá já é água."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a minha Taís.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-8258452770575889168?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/8258452770575889168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2012/02/sereia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/8258452770575889168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/8258452770575889168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2012/02/sereia.html' title='Sereia'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-1759660905042301516</id><published>2012-01-19T20:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T20:25:28.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Restaurante x Ipad</title><content type='html'>Essa semana eu tirei o Ipad de circulação aqui pois muitas vezes ele é objeto de discórdia entre meus filhos. Um quer ver um filme, o outro que ver outro e assim começa.&lt;br /&gt;Então, hoje cedo, às 7h00, me chega o pequeno indivíduo do meu lado da cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mamãe, por que a gente não pode mais ver o Ipad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Porque vocês têm muitos brinquedos e não brincam com eles. E Ipad não é brinquedo. A gente vai poder usar quando estiver viajando, quando formos em um restaurante e vocês ficarem cansados de esperar... só assim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele vai até a porta e volta até o meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Que tal a gente ir a um restaurante agora então?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Renato completa 3 anos daqui duas semanas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-1759660905042301516?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/1759660905042301516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2012/01/restaurante-x-ipad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/1759660905042301516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/1759660905042301516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2012/01/restaurante-x-ipad.html' title='Restaurante x Ipad'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-6587685577616599105</id><published>2012-01-17T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:33:32.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Opções da Taís</title><content type='html'>"Mamãe, eu tenho duas... opções. É "opções" que fala, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Então, eu acho que eu posso ser médica ou desenhista. O que você acha que é melhor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu acho que você tem que escolher alguma coisa que te deixe feliz no trabalho."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Já sei, eu posso trabalhar um dia no hospital e outro dia desenhando, um dia no hospital outro dia desenhando."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opinião de mãe: se puder ser assim, ela vai ser muito feliz!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-6587685577616599105?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/6587685577616599105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2012/01/opcoes-da-tais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/6587685577616599105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/6587685577616599105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2012/01/opcoes-da-tais.html' title='Opções da Taís'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-5511327052373412728</id><published>2012-01-17T10:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:22:25.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe com as costas travadas.</title><content type='html'>A mãe, deitada na cama, travada com dor das costas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mamãe, você tá com dor nas costas?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eu tô".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Então você precisa ir no dentista".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-5511327052373412728?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/5511327052373412728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2012/01/mae-com-as-costas-travadas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/5511327052373412728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/5511327052373412728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2012/01/mae-com-as-costas-travadas.html' title='Mãe com as costas travadas.'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-9015870536368834133</id><published>2012-01-17T10:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:17:06.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pão de Queijo</title><content type='html'>Renato bateu a perna numa quina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorando... &lt;br /&gt;"Mamãe, eu me machuquei!"&lt;br /&gt;"Eu vi, filho, vamos passar uma pomadinha pra sarar logo?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nãããooooo". (berrando)&lt;br /&gt;"Vamos colocar gelo então!&lt;br /&gt;"Nãaaaooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Então o que você quer que eu faça, meu Deus do céu?" (desesperada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu quero que você faz pão de queijo!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-9015870536368834133?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/9015870536368834133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2012/01/pao-de-queijo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/9015870536368834133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/9015870536368834133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2012/01/pao-de-queijo.html' title='Pão de Queijo'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-8096688379195751748</id><published>2012-01-17T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T09:50:00.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moto sem pizza</title><content type='html'>Encanador veio aqui de moto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renato: "Mamãe, porque esse moço veio aqui e não trouxe uma pizza pra gente?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-8096688379195751748?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-4713660306589601465</id><published>2010-10-17T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T14:00:57.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picadas</title><content type='html'>Mamãe, eu preciso contar uma coisa pra vovó.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso contar que eu tenho 12 picadas de perLilongos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-4713660306589601465?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/4713660306589601465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2010/10/picadas.html#comment-form' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/TLtAWBNDP9I/AAAAAAAAHTI/eJJW2nji1EM/s72-c/DSC00316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-1768154781928109560</id><published>2010-09-28T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T07:06:26.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospitalmologista</title><content type='html'>- Filha, a professora disse que você estava com dor de cabeça hoje de novo.&lt;br /&gt;- É mamãe, tava doendo mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;- Acho que a gente precisa ir ao oftalmologista, que é o médico que vê nossos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas eu tenho medo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E expliquei como seria a consulta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegando em casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mamãe, você tem certeza que eu preciso ir ao HOSPITALMOLOGISTA???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-1768154781928109560?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/1768154781928109560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2010/09/hospitalmologista.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/1768154781928109560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/1768154781928109560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2010/09/hospitalmologista.html' title='Hospitalmologista'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-3511068702839751206</id><published>2010-09-24T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T08:18:11.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitchucas da Marcella</title><content type='html'>No Taxi com as pitchucas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Tia, minha meia está encomodando e eu sei q é por causa do meu tênis" &lt;br /&gt;- "Amore, segura as pontas ai, q ja estamos chegando em casa e lá podemos ficar sem sapato." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho pra trás e a princesa segurando a pontinha da meia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Amore, qq se ta fazendo?" &lt;br /&gt;- "Tô segurando a ponta q vc q pediu." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORDO OU DEIXO PRA LÁ?! coisa fofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Marcella é a baby-sitter das gêmeas mais dengosas que eu conheço.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-3511068702839751206?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/3511068702839751206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2010/09/pitchucas-da-marcella.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/3511068702839751206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Você sabe?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sei, é uma pessoa cheia de manias. Eu acho que eu sou um pouco cheia de nove horas, não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rsrsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como. Que nem eu, o pai, o irmão...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-7194869874829093654?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/7194869874829093654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2010/08/nove-horas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/7194869874829093654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/7194869874829093654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2010/08/nove-horas.html' title='Nove Horas'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-5023668834976844407</id><published>2010-07-19T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T14:19:10.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>By criançada da Renata.</title><content type='html'>Mayah: Porque você não vai brincar com O SEU amigo imaginário???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luã: Ahh não dá. Porque meu amigo imaginário foi pra casa imaginária dele porque a mãe imaginária dele chamou pra almoçar!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)))))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-5023668834976844407?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/5023668834976844407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2010/07/by-criancada-da-renata.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/5023668834976844407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/5023668834976844407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2010/07/by-criancada-da-renata.html' title='By criançada da Renata.'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-2510024396799591731</id><published>2010-07-16T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T08:59:40.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>By Dudu da Alice.</title><content type='html'>"Mãe, nao seja mau obedecida"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simples e direto. Adorei essa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-2510024396799591731?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/2510024396799591731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2010/07/by-dudu-da-alice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/2510024396799591731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/2510024396799591731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2010/07/by-dudu-da-alice.html' title='By Dudu da Alice.'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-7105878692579305456</id><published>2010-07-16T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T14:04:59.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Você tem um príncipe?</title><content type='html'>By Pitchucas da Marcella:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assistindo Cinderela. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tia Má, vc tem principe?"&lt;br /&gt;"Não tenho."&lt;br /&gt;"Pq?"&lt;br /&gt;"Pq é dificil de achar!" &lt;br /&gt;"Qdo vc tiver um, vc empresta pra gente?" &lt;br /&gt;" Ahh, não!" (quase falando: tá louka!rs) &lt;br /&gt;"Pq?" &lt;br /&gt;"pq coisa dificil de achar a gente não empresta"&lt;br /&gt;"Mas a mamãe empresta o dela para gente" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(silencio da Tia Marcella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... é cada uma, q eu vou contar... hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-7105878692579305456?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/7105878692579305456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2010/07/voce-tem-um-principe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/7105878692579305456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/7105878692579305456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2010/07/voce-tem-um-principe.html' title='Você tem um príncipe?'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-224597000050885972</id><published>2010-06-01T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:14:49.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quanto tempo eu não passo por aqui... não é falta de assunto... juro!&lt;br /&gt;Segue a da semana passada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mamãe, vc sabia que a tia da escola vai ensinar a cantar Old McDonald? &lt;br /&gt;- Eu sabia. &lt;br /&gt;- Ela te contou?&lt;br /&gt;- Não... as mamães sabem de tudo (ela já tinha me contado no domingo)&lt;br /&gt;- Nossa mamãe, o seu &lt;strong&gt;célebro&lt;/strong&gt; é muito pensante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o dela também! Claro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-224597000050885972?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/224597000050885972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2010/06/quanto-tempo-eu-nao-passo-por-aqui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/224597000050885972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/224597000050885972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2010/06/quanto-tempo-eu-nao-passo-por-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-5420163427979877850</id><published>2009-10-14T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T07:54:53.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perguntas do Feriado</title><content type='html'>1 - Mamãe, você sabe o que é um mestre de cerimônias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Mamãe, por que SIM não é resposta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Você sabia que Júpiter é o maior planeta do Sistema Solar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Pra quem não sabe a Taís tem 4 anos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-5420163427979877850?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/5420163427979877850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2009/10/perguntas-do-feriado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/5420163427979877850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/5420163427979877850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2009/10/perguntas-do-feriado.html' title='Perguntas do Feriado'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-2726686981953268471</id><published>2009-10-05T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:04:44.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogianinha 3</title><content type='html'>Bom, minha amiga Blogiana e sua trupe moram no Colorado - US. &lt;br /&gt;Blogianinha nasceu lá e portanto, fala mais Inglês do que Português. &lt;br /&gt;Ela vai fazer 4 anos logo, logo.&lt;br /&gt;Segue a nova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you say duck in Portuguese? ... Quackinho!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-2726686981953268471?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/2726686981953268471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogianinha-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/2726686981953268471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/2726686981953268471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogianinha-3.html' title='Blogianinha 3'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-6391587183676503614</id><published>2009-10-05T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:01:21.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois da bagunça</title><content type='html'>"- Papai, fecha a porta aí pra você não ver a ZONA que eu fiz no meu quarto!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É claro que essa foi contribuição do pai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-6391587183676503614?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/6391587183676503614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2009/10/depois-da-bagunca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/6391587183676503614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/6391587183676503614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2009/10/depois-da-bagunca.html' title='Depois da bagunça'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-1494385416072033392</id><published>2009-10-04T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:11:53.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>By Blogiana</title><content type='html'>"- Mamãe, queria tanto essa Barbie.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas mamãe nao tem dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;- Paga com o cartão de plástico."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-1494385416072033392?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/1494385416072033392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2009/10/by-blogiana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/1494385416072033392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/1494385416072033392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2009/10/by-blogiana.html' title='By Blogiana'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-5125832626865165656</id><published>2009-10-04T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:15:03.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu não sei de nada...</title><content type='html'>Depois de uma super briga para arrumar a SUPER bagunça no quarto, diálogo entre nós aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mamãe, vc tem que me ajudar a arrumar, pq eu não vou conseguir sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;- Vai sim, vc conseguiu bagunçar, vai conseguir arrumar.&lt;br /&gt;- Ah é? Então eu não vou mais falar com você.&lt;br /&gt;- Tudo bem, não precisa falar nada. Eu também não quero papo.&lt;br /&gt;- Ai mamãe, você não sabe nada sobre mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então tá, né? A gente ainda tem que escutar uma dessas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-5125832626865165656?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/5125832626865165656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-nao-sei-de-nada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/5125832626865165656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/5125832626865165656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-nao-sei-de-nada.html' title='Eu não sei de nada...'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-6982855118006298185</id><published>2009-08-19T06:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T06:47:12.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hora do Banho</title><content type='html'>Esqueci da estória na hora do banho de segunda-feira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tatá, vamos tomar banho.&lt;br /&gt;- Não mamãe eu não quero tomar banho, eu quero o meu leite.&lt;br /&gt;- O leite é só depois do banho, na hora de ir dormir.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas eu não vou tomar banho e &lt;strong&gt;eu tenho certeza disso&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-6982855118006298185?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/6982855118006298185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2009/08/hora-do-banho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/6982855118006298185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/6982855118006298185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2009/08/hora-do-banho.html' title='Hora do Banho'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-6460226115685428874</id><published>2009-08-19T06:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T06:40:58.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contos de Fadas</title><content type='html'>- Mamãe, eu nunca vi uma fada!&lt;br /&gt;- Nem eu filha, elas só existem nos contos de fadas.&lt;br /&gt;- Ou nos contos de bruxas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não é que é verdade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-6460226115685428874?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/6460226115685428874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2009/08/contos-de-fadas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/6460226115685428874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/6460226115685428874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2009/08/contos-de-fadas.html' title='Contos de Fadas'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-2425392689948466768</id><published>2009-07-30T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:39:39.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contribuição de Blogianinha I</title><content type='html'>Conto com a participação de Blogianinha, filha da minha amiga &lt;a href="http://blogiana.blogspot.com"&gt;Blogiana&lt;/a&gt; a partir de agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A de hoje:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"- Blogianinha, papai vai te trazer uma surpresa.&lt;br /&gt;- O que é? Um robô? Um avião? Um castelo?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-2425392689948466768?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/2425392689948466768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2009/07/contribuicao-de-blogianinha-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/2425392689948466768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/2425392689948466768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2009/07/contribuicao-de-blogianinha-i.html' title='Contribuição de Blogianinha I'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-5533616220754751225</id><published>2009-07-30T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:43:20.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirata</title><content type='html'>"- Mamãe, tá vendo esse nariz de palhaço?&lt;br /&gt;- Tô.&lt;br /&gt;- Dá pra colocar no olho e brincar de pirata.&lt;br /&gt;- É mesmo, uma pirata com o olho vermelho.&lt;br /&gt;- Não é olho vermelho, mamãe! É um &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;capa-olho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; vermelho que fala."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então tá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-5533616220754751225?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/5533616220754751225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2009/07/pirata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/5533616220754751225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/5533616220754751225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2009/07/pirata.html' title='Pirata'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294926459405352472.post-1034175730203248467</id><published>2009-07-23T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:47:43.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que crianças aprendem a falar</title><content type='html'>É muito divertido quando temos filhos, sobrinhos, filhos dos amigos e acompanhamos o aprendizado deles, principalmente a fala. Todo dia tem uma boa.&lt;br /&gt;Decidi então compartilhar as coisas que eu escuto diariamente.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma filha de 4 anos, outro de 5 meses. &lt;br /&gt;Ontem a minha mais velha - lógico, porque o pequeno não fala - me lançou uma assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mãe, esse chão está muito "escorregadinho".&lt;br /&gt;E eu: Não é escorregadinho, é escorrega-di-o.&lt;br /&gt;- Tá bom, mamãe, eu só estou falando do meu jeitinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aí eu tenho que sorrir. Nada mais gostoso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4294926459405352472-1034175730203248467?l=frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/feeds/1034175730203248467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2009/07/coisas-que-criancas-aprendem-falar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/1034175730203248467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4294926459405352472/posts/default/1034175730203248467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasesdecrianca.blogspot.com/2009/07/coisas-que-criancas-aprendem-falar.html' title='Coisas que crianças aprendem a falar'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731878783430162977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmifY4p7n0c/Soyrh7HpsDI/AAAAAAAAGQs/pClDUiqErsk/S220/12072009080.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
