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Pesadelo? Mas como foi, sonhou com monstros?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Não, mãe, sonhei com meninas mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Pedro, 5 anos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~4/tZi4QldmmPQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/feeds/2684685069697742201/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/05/quem-me-dera-fossem-monstros.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/2684685069697742201?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/2684685069697742201?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~3/tZi4QldmmPQ/quem-me-dera-fossem-monstros.html" title="Quem me dera fossem monstros" /><author><name>Frases de crianças</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282629642884576333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJLk5Fdj_0/SsPI-BvFt_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YoE65rYj788/S220/DSC01186+b.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/05/quem-me-dera-fossem-monstros.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4ERnk7fip7ImA9WhBbGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757280076122189258.post-8793776740524237591</id><published>2013-05-18T06:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-18T06:48:27.706-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-18T06:48:27.706-07:00</app:edited><title>Na flor da idade</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="gmail_default"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;- Tia, eu nasci em 2004 e você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_default"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;- Em 86.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_default"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;- Mas ainda não chegou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_default"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_default"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"&gt;(Julia, 9 anos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~4/uMaEPWI1KG4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/feeds/8793776740524237591/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/05/na-flor-da-idade.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/8793776740524237591?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/8793776740524237591?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~3/uMaEPWI1KG4/na-flor-da-idade.html" title="Na flor da idade" /><author><name>Frases de crianças</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282629642884576333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJLk5Fdj_0/SsPI-BvFt_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YoE65rYj788/S220/DSC01186+b.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/05/na-flor-da-idade.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4HSH8yfCp7ImA9WhBbEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757280076122189258.post-9054188278809725747</id><published>2013-05-10T08:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-10T08:15:39.194-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-10T08:15:39.194-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="videos de crianças" /><title>Não exatamente de crianças</title><content type="html">Mas para suas progenitoras :)&lt;br /&gt;
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É propaganda, mas é bem bonitinha.&lt;br /&gt;
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Feliz Dia das Mães!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~4/QGUIEeB4rCo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/feeds/9054188278809725747/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/05/nao-exatamente-de-criancas.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/9054188278809725747?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/9054188278809725747?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~3/QGUIEeB4rCo/nao-exatamente-de-criancas.html" title="Não exatamente de crianças" /><author><name>Luiz Henrique Matos</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/107129320300280743979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Id24KCMS1H8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC_g/diHJI4jRXbQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/05/nao-exatamente-de-criancas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8CRXc-fCp7ImA9WhBVEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757280076122189258.post-5138881929627898337</id><published>2013-04-17T19:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-17T19:07:44.954-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-17T19:07:44.954-07:00</app:edited><title>Boca suja</title><content type="html">– Eu sei dois palavrões em inglês.&lt;br /&gt;
– Ah, é? E quais são?&lt;br /&gt;
– Não posso falar. É palavrão.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Rafael, 6 anos)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~4/HKVJ40qoXG4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/feeds/5138881929627898337/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/04/boca-suja.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/5138881929627898337?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/5138881929627898337?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~3/HKVJ40qoXG4/boca-suja.html" title="Boca suja" /><author><name>Luiz Henrique Matos</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/107129320300280743979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Id24KCMS1H8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC_g/diHJI4jRXbQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/04/boca-suja.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AGQHw6cCp7ImA9WhBWEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757280076122189258.post-572829566555408137</id><published>2013-04-03T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-03T09:15:21.218-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-03T09:15:21.218-07:00</app:edited><title>Identidade secreta</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;
O Rafa vestido de Batman, começou a refletir na sua missão:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
- Daise, você já viu um vampiro?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
- Já.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
- E como ele não te atacou?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
- Porque eu disse pra ele que eu tenho em casa um super-herói.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
- E se ele me atacar?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
- Eu não vou deixar. Nem tu vais deixar, pois és um super-herói.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
- Mas eu tenho medo. Eu sou só uma criança com fantasia.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
(Rafael, 4 anos)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~4/GLeayuZgfh8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/feeds/572829566555408137/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/04/identidade-secreta.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/572829566555408137?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/572829566555408137?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~3/GLeayuZgfh8/identidade-secreta.html" title="Identidade secreta" /><author><name>Luiz Henrique Matos</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/107129320300280743979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Id24KCMS1H8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC_g/diHJI4jRXbQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/04/identidade-secreta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEMQ306eSp7ImA9WhBWEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757280076122189258.post-6399903241852207519</id><published>2013-04-03T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-03T08:58:02.311-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-03T08:58:02.311-07:00</app:edited><title>No princípio...</title><content type="html">- Mãe, quem criou as árvores?&lt;br /&gt;
- Foi Deus, Pedro.&lt;br /&gt;
- E as casas?&lt;br /&gt;
- Quem criou a casa foi o homem. Mas quem deu sabedoria para o homem cria-la foi Deus também.&lt;br /&gt;
- Hum... e o cachorro?&lt;br /&gt;
- O cachorro também foi Deus quem fez. Tudo o que é da natureza foi obra do Senhor.&lt;br /&gt;
- Até os pernilongos? Mas por quê!?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Pedro, 5 anos)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~4/zsD6E-Apn_w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/feeds/6399903241852207519/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/04/no-principio.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/6399903241852207519?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/6399903241852207519?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~3/zsD6E-Apn_w/no-principio.html" title="No princípio..." /><author><name>Luiz Henrique Matos</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/107129320300280743979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Id24KCMS1H8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC_g/diHJI4jRXbQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/04/no-principio.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUAQHk7eyp7ImA9WhBXFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757280076122189258.post-1148682887690748030</id><published>2013-03-27T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-27T17:24:01.703-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-27T17:24:01.703-07:00</app:edited><title>Olha o passarinho!</title><content type="html">A Nicolle estava brincando em uma casinha de piscina de bolinhas, enquanto o meu cunhado tirava várias fotografias das crianças. Então ele a chamou e disse:&lt;br /&gt;
- Ni, olha o para cá. Isso! Fica assim. Olha o passarinho!&lt;br /&gt;
Depois que disparou o flash, ela meio sem entender, perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;
- Cadê o passarinho?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Nicolle, 2 anos)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~4/hF3U-w6ypBs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/feeds/1148682887690748030/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/olha-o-passarinho.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/1148682887690748030?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/1148682887690748030?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~3/hF3U-w6ypBs/olha-o-passarinho.html" title="Olha o passarinho!" /><author><name>Luiz Henrique Matos</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/107129320300280743979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Id24KCMS1H8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC_g/diHJI4jRXbQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/olha-o-passarinho.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcGQX08cSp7ImA9WhBXFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757280076122189258.post-6323917167742663577</id><published>2013-03-27T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-27T17:20:20.379-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-27T17:20:20.379-07:00</app:edited><title>Um presente para o Papai Noel</title><content type="html">O Papai Noel foi nos visitar na sala de aula.

Papo vai, papo vem, o bom velhinho ressalta que aceita doações de mamadeiras e chupetas que as crianças, por um super engano (já que, teoricamente, deram tudo ao Coelhinho da Páscoa), ainda tenham em casa. Conclui:&lt;br /&gt;
- Quem tiver chupeta, pode trazer aqui para a escola que as professoras me mandam.&lt;br /&gt;
O Pietro me olha preocupado e diz, sussurrando:&lt;br /&gt;
- Tia, eu tenho, mas é que eu ainda tô chupando.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Pietro, 3 anos)
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~4/zgniVtFCkHI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/feeds/6323917167742663577/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/um-presente-para-o-papai-noel.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/6323917167742663577?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/6323917167742663577?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~3/zgniVtFCkHI/um-presente-para-o-papai-noel.html" title="Um presente para o Papai Noel" /><author><name>Luiz Henrique Matos</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/107129320300280743979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Id24KCMS1H8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC_g/diHJI4jRXbQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/um-presente-para-o-papai-noel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08HRncycCp7ImA9WhBXEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757280076122189258.post-577527511224141879</id><published>2013-03-23T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-23T06:37:17.998-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-23T06:37:17.998-07:00</app:edited><title>Matemática</title><content type="html">- Nina, quantas folhinhas você já recorta?&lt;br /&gt;
- Hum, aqui tem 24.&lt;br /&gt;
- Mas eu só preciso de 12.&lt;br /&gt;
- 12 tem também.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Nina, 6 anos)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~4/NSGvLLwxUyY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/feeds/577527511224141879/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/matematica.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/577527511224141879?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/577527511224141879?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~3/NSGvLLwxUyY/matematica.html" title="Matemática" /><author><name>Frases de crianças</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282629642884576333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJLk5Fdj_0/SsPI-BvFt_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YoE65rYj788/S220/DSC01186+b.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/matematica.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcBQ3oyfCp7ImA9WhBQGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757280076122189258.post-2127354932079439691</id><published>2013-03-21T20:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-21T20:14:12.494-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-21T20:14:12.494-07:00</app:edited><title>Ben grande</title><content type="html">O Ben saiu com o pai e a mãe para comprar um presente. Mas andaram tanto que a certa altura ele resmungou:&lt;br /&gt;
- Pombas, a gente não vai chegar nunca? Daqui a pouco eu fico grande!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Ben Vitor, 5 anos)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~4/KbkeE4U5H4Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/feeds/2127354932079439691/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/ben-grande.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/2127354932079439691?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/2127354932079439691?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~3/KbkeE4U5H4Y/ben-grande.html" title="Ben grande" /><author><name>Luiz Henrique Matos</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/107129320300280743979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Id24KCMS1H8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC_g/diHJI4jRXbQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/ben-grande.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EDQ348fCp7ImA9WhBQGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757280076122189258.post-6777003702148041714</id><published>2013-03-21T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-21T20:07:52.074-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-21T20:07:52.074-07:00</app:edited><title>Espírito natalino</title><content type="html">Era época de Natal e minha prima Maria Clara estava comigo no quarto, quando eu perguntei:&lt;br /&gt;
- Maria, onde está o seu espírito natalino?&lt;br /&gt;
Ela pensou bem e pra não dar o braço a torcer, respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;
- Não sei, deve estar na minha mochila.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Maria Clara, 3 anos)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~4/oR7qdnMgbwY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/feeds/6777003702148041714/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/espirito-natalino.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/6777003702148041714?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/6777003702148041714?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~3/oR7qdnMgbwY/espirito-natalino.html" title="Espírito natalino" /><author><name>Luiz Henrique Matos</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/107129320300280743979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Id24KCMS1H8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC_g/diHJI4jRXbQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/espirito-natalino.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ADRns_fyp7ImA9WhBQGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757280076122189258.post-7458993059319439843</id><published>2013-03-20T19:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-20T19:09:37.547-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-20T19:09:37.547-07:00</app:edited><title>A coisa</title><content type="html">A mãe espirrou bem alto. O filho, por perto, levou um baita susto e avisou:&lt;br /&gt;
- Mamãe eu não tenho medo de bicho. Tenho medo é de catarro.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Gabriel, 3 anos)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~4/zIGTNfVgJE4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/feeds/7458993059319439843/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/a-coisa.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/7458993059319439843?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/7458993059319439843?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~3/zIGTNfVgJE4/a-coisa.html" title="A coisa" /><author><name>Frases de crianças</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282629642884576333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJLk5Fdj_0/SsPI-BvFt_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YoE65rYj788/S220/DSC01186+b.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/a-coisa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AFQH4ycSp7ImA9WhBQFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757280076122189258.post-5908569283225395787</id><published>2013-03-17T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-17T07:15:11.099-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-17T07:15:11.099-07:00</app:edited><title>Eu sou você amanhã. Só que não.</title><content type="html">- Tia, quando eu crescer quero ser bonita assim igual você.&lt;br /&gt;
- Obrigada meu amor. Você será, sim. Será ainda mais bonita, minha princesa!&lt;br /&gt;
Ela arremata:&lt;br /&gt;
- Só que magra!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Larissa, 6 anos)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~4/3ikpuZxS93A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/feeds/5908569283225395787/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/eu-sou-voce-amanha-so-que-nao.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/5908569283225395787?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/5908569283225395787?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~3/3ikpuZxS93A/eu-sou-voce-amanha-so-que-nao.html" title="Eu sou você amanhã. Só que não." /><author><name>Luiz Henrique Matos</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/107129320300280743979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Id24KCMS1H8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC_g/diHJI4jRXbQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/eu-sou-voce-amanha-so-que-nao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08CRn07eip7ImA9WhBQFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757280076122189258.post-3271882915947982382</id><published>2013-03-13T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-17T07:17:47.302-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-17T07:17:47.302-07:00</app:edited><title>Poliglota</title><content type="html">- Mamãe, eu já sei falar mãe e pai em inglês.&lt;br /&gt;
- Puxa, minha linda, que legal! Como é?&lt;br /&gt;
- Mãe, é "móder" (mother) e pai é "fáder" (father).&lt;br /&gt;
- Caramba, que inteligente. E vovó, você sabe?&lt;br /&gt;
- É "vórer".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Giovanna, 7 anos)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~4/TqaNlQ3g5oU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/feeds/3271882915947982382/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/poliglota.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/3271882915947982382?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/3271882915947982382?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~3/TqaNlQ3g5oU/poliglota.html" title="Poliglota" /><author><name>Luiz Henrique Matos</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/107129320300280743979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Id24KCMS1H8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC_g/diHJI4jRXbQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/poliglota.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUHR30yeCp7ImA9WhBQEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757280076122189258.post-3073869607122078656</id><published>2013-03-12T18:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-12T18:30:36.390-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-12T18:30:36.390-07:00</app:edited><title>Variação cambial</title><content type="html">- E aí, Nina, você vai viajar nas férias?&lt;br /&gt;
- Acho que não. O dinheiro tá muito caro.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Nina, 5 anos)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~4/ADRVIpJYhkM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/feeds/3073869607122078656/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/variacao-cambial.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/3073869607122078656?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/3073869607122078656?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~3/ADRVIpJYhkM/variacao-cambial.html" title="Variação cambial" /><author><name>Luiz Henrique Matos</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/107129320300280743979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Id24KCMS1H8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC_g/diHJI4jRXbQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/variacao-cambial.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4AQ3Y-fip7ImA9WhBQEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757280076122189258.post-6126437170236701463</id><published>2013-03-12T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-12T18:25:42.856-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-12T18:25:42.856-07:00</app:edited><title>Menino do Rio</title><content type="html">- Mãe, praia cansa a gente?&lt;br /&gt;
- Cansa, filho.&lt;br /&gt;
- Eu quero ser cansado, mãe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(João Antonio, 4 anos)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~4/qlpXFuuKbWM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/feeds/6126437170236701463/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/menino-do-rio.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/6126437170236701463?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/6126437170236701463?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~3/qlpXFuuKbWM/menino-do-rio.html" title="Menino do Rio" /><author><name>Luiz Henrique Matos</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/107129320300280743979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Id24KCMS1H8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC_g/diHJI4jRXbQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/menino-do-rio.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEEQnw5fip7ImA9WhBQEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757280076122189258.post-7463047402979840357</id><published>2013-03-12T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-12T18:20:03.226-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-12T18:20:03.226-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="videos de crianças" /><title>A melhor história real de todos os tempos</title><content type="html">Linda ideia e produção do pessoal do &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/voaflor"&gt;Voa Flor&lt;/a&gt;. A história da Páscoa, contada por crianças. Merece cada instante (e um compartilhamento também).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~4/15xBIKw9oH4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/feeds/9185128526461502666/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/senta-que-la-vem-historia.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/9185128526461502666?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/9185128526461502666?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~3/15xBIKw9oH4/senta-que-la-vem-historia.html" title="Senta que lá vem história" /><author><name>Luiz Henrique Matos</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/107129320300280743979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Id24KCMS1H8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC_g/diHJI4jRXbQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/senta-que-la-vem-historia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ECSXs4eSp7ImA9WhBRGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757280076122189258.post-1653988799781188505</id><published>2013-03-09T19:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-03-09T19:21:08.531-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-09T19:21:08.531-08:00</app:edited><title>Ainda é cedo</title><content type="html">Gustavo, fazendo a lição de casa e respondendo algumas perguntas:&lt;br /&gt;
Nome: Gustavo Rodrigues&lt;br /&gt;
Idade: 7 anos&lt;br /&gt;
O que gosta de fazer: jogar video-game&lt;br /&gt;
Sexo: nunca fiz&lt;br /&gt;
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- Não, vovó. Pode ser milho amarelo mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
(Caio, 8 anos)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~4/4UAGuwGbq0U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/feeds/1514451394700523904/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/preterito-perfeito.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/1514451394700523904?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/1514451394700523904?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~3/4UAGuwGbq0U/preterito-perfeito.html" title="Pretérito perfeito" /><author><name>Luiz Henrique Matos</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/107129320300280743979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Id24KCMS1H8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC_g/diHJI4jRXbQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/03/preterito-perfeito.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYEQ3k7eip7ImA9WhBSFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757280076122189258.post-6832806950372701603</id><published>2013-02-20T15:31:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-20T15:31:42.702-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-20T15:31:42.702-08:00</app:edited><title>Não temos tempo a perder</title><content type="html">-Vamos fazer alguma coisa útil, Leda?&lt;br /&gt;
-Vamos sim, Nina. O que é "útil"?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Nina e Leda, 5 anos)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~4/qwkRgj4VEns" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/feeds/6832806950372701603/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/02/nao-temos-tempo-perder.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/6832806950372701603?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757280076122189258/posts/default/6832806950372701603?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/frasesdecriancas/hoYA/~3/qwkRgj4VEns/nao-temos-tempo-perder.html" title="Não temos tempo a perder" /><author><name>Luiz Henrique Matos</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/107129320300280743979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Id24KCMS1H8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC_g/diHJI4jRXbQ/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frasesdecriancas.com/2013/02/nao-temos-tempo-perder.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAGQnk_fCp7ImA9WhBTF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757280076122189258.post-8732675300917357162</id><published>2013-02-13T15:38:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-13T15:38:43.744-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-13T15:38:43.744-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="videos de crianças" /><title>Alpinismo de batente</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Quem cresceu nos anos 80, talvez viva uma certa nostalgia :)&lt;/div&gt;
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(Nina, 5 anos)&lt;/div&gt;
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