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Dica do &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/fermattei" target="_blank"&gt;Fernando Mattei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757280076122189258-3466813528528510632?l=www.frasesdecriancas.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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- Gente, teve um acidente... Um caminhão bateu... num castelo!!*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Castello Branco é uma rodovia em São Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(Nina, 5 anos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757280076122189258-3514672665991120353?l=www.frasesdecriancas.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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- Senhor cuide dos nossos pais, e primos. Sabemos que o Senhor consegue enxergar a todos nós...&lt;br /&gt;
Nesse instante, o Gui interrompeu a oração e perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;
- Tia, Deus consegue ver todo mundo, todo mundo mesmo, até quem mora lá no 15 (bairro onde vivem os primos dele)?&lt;br /&gt;
- Sim, Deus consegue.&lt;br /&gt;
- Nossa, Deus tem um óculos muito bom então.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Guilherme, 4 anos)&lt;br /&gt;
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Enviado pela Luciana Antão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757280076122189258-1096028078509295820?l=www.frasesdecriancas.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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- Mas eu não sou lady. Eu só quero ser eu mesma.&lt;br /&gt;
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(Ellen, 3 anos)&lt;br /&gt;
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Enviada pelo Sérgio Centeno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757280076122189258-8098236386234126943?l=www.frasesdecriancas.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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- Não, na minha não!&lt;br /&gt;
- Então eu vou entrar sozinha na minha barriga!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Ellen, 3 anos)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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- Floquinho! Floquinho! Vem ver a foto dos seus antepassados!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Bia, 9 anos)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Enviado pela Luciana Luz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757280076122189258-7917847371580229321?l=www.frasesdecriancas.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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- Olha, mãe, como ele é fofinho...&lt;br /&gt;
- E você, meu filho, é fofo também?&lt;br /&gt;
- Não! Eu tenho esqueleto!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Miguel, 3 anos)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Enviado pela Valéria Arauz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757280076122189258-1040103230941480785?l=www.frasesdecriancas.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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E a Isabel responde, toda derretida:&lt;br /&gt;
- O vovô!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Isabel, 1 ano)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Enviado pela Livia Gonzaga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757280076122189258-3935565464588451756?l=www.frasesdecriancas.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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- São nomes de pessoas que foram importantes.&lt;br /&gt;
- Ah... Pai, quem foi Marginal Pinheiros?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Luiza, 6 anos)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Enviado pela Luiza Bizê&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757280076122189258-8041173694661908809?l=www.frasesdecriancas.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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- Na minha casa a gente pode jogar pingue-pongue, brincar com meu cachorro...&lt;br /&gt;
- Mas, como é que ele vai segurar a raquete?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(João Pedro, 4 anos)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Ele e a vovó estavam passando de carro por uma fazenda na estrada e a cada animalzinho que passava a vó perguntava o que comia:&lt;br /&gt;
- João, a vaquinha come o quê?&lt;br /&gt;
- Mato&lt;br /&gt;
- João, a galinha come o quê?&lt;br /&gt;
- Ração&lt;br /&gt;
- João, o porquinho come o quê?&lt;br /&gt;
- Moeda&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(João Victor, 4 anos)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
(Mati, 4 anos)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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- Você só sai daqui por cima do meu cardápio.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Rafael, 5 anos)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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- Papai? Papai...&lt;br /&gt;
Mas como ele estava falando muito baixinho e o pai não podia escutar, eu disse:&lt;br /&gt;
- Fala alto, Pedro.&lt;br /&gt;
E ele, ainda falando baixinho:&lt;br /&gt;
- Alto.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Pedro, 1 ano)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Enviado pela Larissa Pinheiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757280076122189258-3625044649618158134?l=www.frasesdecriancas.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Esse premiado (e delicado) comercial do Google para um de seus produtos, mostra um pouco disso.

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- Papai do Céu, obrigado pela minha família, pela minha irmã e pelo meteoro... Senão ia ter dinossauro pra comer a gente.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;(Gustavo, 5 anos)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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- Presentes!
(...)&lt;br /&gt;
- Você quer uma barraca das Princesas?&lt;br /&gt;
- Quero.&lt;br /&gt;
- Ou um pianinho?&lt;br /&gt;
- Quero.&lt;br /&gt;
- Denise, é pra escolher um só.&lt;br /&gt;
- Também quero.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;(Denise, 2 anos)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Enviado pela Paolla Alberton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757280076122189258-2420081539948968258?l=www.frasesdecriancas.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;(Rayssa, 6 anos)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Enviado pela Tatiana Mendes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757280076122189258-2874404260896413385?l=www.frasesdecriancas.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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- Então, o Papai Noel foi lá na sua festinha, né?&lt;br /&gt;
- Mas não era o de verdade não, vovó... Aquele era da China!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;(Malú, 4 anos)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Enviado pela Rafaela Celles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757280076122189258-5433548032784492777?l=www.frasesdecriancas.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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- Faltam dez minutos para daqui a pouco...&lt;br /&gt;
- Ufa! Pensei que já fosse 8 horas!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Konrado, 6 anos)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Enviado pela Katia França&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757280076122189258-8696795000481911504?l=www.frasesdecriancas.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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- Siiim. Tá lá naquela bagunça.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Nina, 4 anos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757280076122189258-1942353497627009092?l=www.frasesdecriancas.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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- Filhota, você não pode riscar o sofá, não pode fazer malcriação e não pode gritar... Não desobedeça a mamãe, se não eu vou ter que colocar no cantinho pra você refletir e pedir desculpa pelo que fez. Passados 10 minutos, a Mariana pegou uma caneta e riscou o sofá. Prontamente, me chamou e disse:&lt;br /&gt;
- Posso ir pro cantinho refletir?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Mariana, 2 anos)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Enviado pela Marília Margotto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757280076122189258-2871231462963664950?l=www.frasesdecriancas.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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- Tô só enrolando.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Lúcia, 4 anos)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Enviado pela Silvia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757280076122189258-617865217595651090?l=www.frasesdecriancas.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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- Se for aquela tia que fala muito, diga que eu não estou.&lt;br /&gt;
Ela atendeu e na outra linha era a própria:&lt;br /&gt;
- Alô? Isa, sua mãe ta aí?&lt;br /&gt;
- Oi tia, ela saiu.&lt;br /&gt;
- E que horas ela volta?&lt;br /&gt;
E a Isa, bem alto:&lt;br /&gt;
- Mãeeeee, que horas você vai voltar?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Isadora)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Enviado pela Débora Ruiz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757280076122189258-6631125150253043405?l=www.frasesdecriancas.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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