<?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-683660945787982362</id><updated>2012-01-20T01:24:41.771-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequenas Tiradas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>209</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-9016462142847204520</id><published>2011-03-28T18:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T18:28:55.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esportes</title><content type='html'>T. está com a perna machucada e não pode fazer esportes.&lt;br /&gt;L.: - O único esporte que a T. vai poder fazer essa semana é o teclado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-9016462142847204520?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/9016462142847204520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=9016462142847204520' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/9016462142847204520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/9016462142847204520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2011/03/esportes.html' title='Esportes'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-6486636351739882419</id><published>2011-03-02T11:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T11:19:11.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebolation!</title><content type='html'>Passamos na frente de um parque e tinha um cara aquecendo, com as mãos na cintura, mexendo o quadril.&lt;br /&gt;L.: Olha o cara fazendo REBOLATION!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-6486636351739882419?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/6486636351739882419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=6486636351739882419' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/6486636351739882419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/6486636351739882419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2011/03/rebolation.html' title='Rebolation!'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-1232151102209187714</id><published>2011-02-21T17:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T17:06:57.682-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Duas mães</title><content type='html'>L.: - Mamãe, uma criança pode ter duas mães?&lt;br /&gt;Eu: - Não, L. Ela pode ter uma mãe adotiva, mas só pode ter uma mãe biológica. &lt;br /&gt;L.: - E se as mães forem gays?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-1232151102209187714?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/1232151102209187714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=1232151102209187714' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1232151102209187714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1232151102209187714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2011/02/duas-maes.html' title='Duas mães'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-1983817438642269178</id><published>2011-02-17T17:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T17:14:22.596-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Colaboração do Leozinho</title><content type='html'>Perguntei para o Leozinho : " Filho, o que vc quer para jogar a sua chupeta fora ? Pede o que vc quiser...." Depois de muito pensar ele me respondeu : "Mamãe, sabe o que eu quero para jogar fora a minha chupeta ? Outra chupeta .."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-1983817438642269178?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/1983817438642269178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=1983817438642269178' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1983817438642269178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1983817438642269178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2011/02/colaboracao-do-leozinho.html' title='Colaboração do Leozinho'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-3082806183330283523</id><published>2011-02-17T13:50:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:51:12.573-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meninos</title><content type='html'>T: - Mamãe, sabia que a Camila tem o mesmo gosto que eu?&lt;br /&gt;Eu: - É, T., que gosto?&lt;br /&gt;T: - A gente gosta de bater nos meninos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-3082806183330283523?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/3082806183330283523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=3082806183330283523' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/3082806183330283523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/3082806183330283523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2011/02/meninos.html' title='Meninos'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-1260613558607416250</id><published>2011-02-17T13:47:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:51:44.323-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lição de casa</title><content type='html'>L. estava fazendo a lição. Era assim:&lt;br /&gt;"Resolva o problema: A bruxinha estava fazendo biscoitos, ela fez 30 biscoitos e 12 biscoitos queimaram. Quantos biscoitos sobraram?"&lt;br /&gt;L. escreveu 18 e estava desenhando a cara de uma menininha.&lt;br /&gt;Eu: - L., porque você está desenhando na lição?&lt;br /&gt;L.: - A teacher pediu pra escrever o resultado e como a gente fez pra resolver. Eu fiz de cabeça. Estou desenhando uma cabeça!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-1260613558607416250?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/1260613558607416250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=1260613558607416250' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1260613558607416250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1260613558607416250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-fiz-de-cabeca.html' title='Lição de casa'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-7455289326179500333</id><published>2010-09-15T18:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:35:05.531-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Como nascem os bebês...</title><content type='html'>T.: - Mamãe, eu nunca tinha entendido como eu podia ser parecida com o papai, se eu nasci da sua barriga, mas agora eu já entendi tudo! O espermatozoide do pai encontra o óvulo da mãe e dai vem o embrião, que depois vira o bebê.&lt;br /&gt;E eu fique em pânico, esperando ela me perguntar como isso acontece... mas ela não perguntou...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-7455289326179500333?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/7455289326179500333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=7455289326179500333' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7455289326179500333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7455289326179500333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2010/09/como-nascem-os-bebes.html' title='Como nascem os bebês...'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-524963432395130507</id><published>2010-09-08T17:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:45:18.584-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais das primas gringas</title><content type='html'>Camilia: - Hoje está muito depressante...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-524963432395130507?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/524963432395130507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=524963432395130507' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/524963432395130507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/524963432395130507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2010/09/mais-das-primas-gringas.html' title='Mais das primas gringas'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-8443348224023263639</id><published>2010-09-08T17:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:43:24.704-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sete de setembro</title><content type='html'>L.: - Então o moço subiu numa pedra perto do rio e gritou: "-Independência ou morte!" ai ele preferiu independência, porque senão todo mundo ia morrer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-8443348224023263639?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/8443348224023263639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=8443348224023263639' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/8443348224023263639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/8443348224023263639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2010/09/sete-de-setembro.html' title='Sete de setembro'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-33137050352384451</id><published>2010-02-26T12:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T12:37:38.852-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardápio</title><content type='html'>Um amiguinho da T. não apareceu na escola, desde o início das aulas. Em uma conversa a mãe de outro amigo comentou sobre o assunto. Ele respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;- O Leo vai voltar pra escola, o nome dele está no cardápio da classe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-33137050352384451?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/33137050352384451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=33137050352384451' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/33137050352384451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/33137050352384451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2010/02/cardapio.html' title='Cardápio'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-1994964085728342870</id><published>2010-02-26T12:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T12:35:30.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contribuição da Dri</title><content type='html'>No ano novo a gente tava vendo na TV aquela desgraça toda do desmoronamento em Angra, das enchentes em São Paulo e no Brasil todo, bom, a gente tava super consternado com tudo. Aí vendo toda aquela desgraça, vira a Rafinha num ímpeto de indignação e solta essa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ Mãe, caramba, esse mundo não tem ralo, não??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-1994964085728342870?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/1994964085728342870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=1994964085728342870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1994964085728342870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1994964085728342870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2010/02/contribuicao-da-dri.html' title='Contribuição da Dri'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-2068563738843870619</id><published>2009-11-19T23:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:06:33.191-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Penguin</title><content type='html'>T.: - Mamãe, minha assinatura no Club Penguin espichou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-2068563738843870619?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/2068563738843870619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=2068563738843870619' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2068563738843870619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2068563738843870619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/11/club-penguin.html' title='Club Penguin'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-7301066467035396163</id><published>2009-11-04T11:18:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:19:38.841-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas e Gui</title><content type='html'>O Gui pediu um brinquedo que estava com o Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas: - Gui, qual é a palavrinha mágica?&lt;br /&gt;Gui: - Pirlimpimpim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-7301066467035396163?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/7301066467035396163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=7301066467035396163' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7301066467035396163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7301066467035396163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/11/thomas-e-gui.html' title='Thomas e Gui'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-2753535393874021719</id><published>2009-11-04T11:17:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:18:33.255-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bia</title><content type='html'>A Bia é uma amiguinha das meninas. Eu vi um desenho dela na esposição da escolinha, o desenho era lindo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu: - Bia, seu desenho é muito lindo, acho que você vai ser artista quando crescer...&lt;br /&gt;Bia: - Não, eu vou ser mãe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-2753535393874021719?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/2753535393874021719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=2753535393874021719' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2753535393874021719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2753535393874021719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/11/bia.html' title='Bia'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-7681025738042489247</id><published>2009-09-10T11:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:12:26.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada um na sua...</title><content type='html'>Eu estava dando uma bronquinha na T., nada muito sério. A L. começa a se meter e detonar a irmã mais ainda.&lt;br /&gt;Eu: - L. você cuida da sua vida, ok?&lt;br /&gt;L. (pra mim): - E você cuida da sua!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-7681025738042489247?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/7681025738042489247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=7681025738042489247' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7681025738042489247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7681025738042489247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/09/cada-um-na-sua.html' title='Cada um na sua...'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-7611685626693885490</id><published>2009-09-10T11:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:10:49.103-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maus tratos</title><content type='html'>L. tinha acabado de tomar lanche e eu estava enchendo a banheira pro banho. Ela me falou que estava com fome e eu disse que agora ela teria que esperar o jantar.&lt;br /&gt;L: - Sabia que deixar criança com fome é maltratar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-7611685626693885490?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/7611685626693885490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=7611685626693885490' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7611685626693885490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7611685626693885490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/09/maus-tratos.html' title='Maus tratos'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-3861047297882658461</id><published>2009-09-10T11:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:09:07.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saliva</title><content type='html'>L: - AAAAAAiiiiiii! Mordi minha saliva!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-3861047297882658461?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/3861047297882658461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=3861047297882658461' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/3861047297882658461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/3861047297882658461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/09/saliva.html' title='Saliva'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-2894731181253877979</id><published>2009-09-10T11:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:08:38.921-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansada...</title><content type='html'>L. a caminho da concentração das Olimpíadas da Escola de Esportes:&lt;br /&gt;- Tem um problema, mamãe, estou muito cansada pra correr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-2894731181253877979?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/2894731181253877979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=2894731181253877979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2894731181253877979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2894731181253877979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/09/cansada.html' title='Cansada...'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-2179043751292550180</id><published>2009-07-29T09:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:39:53.737-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vitamina</title><content type='html'>T: - Na verdade, vitamina é uma salada de frutas em forma de suco...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-2179043751292550180?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/2179043751292550180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=2179043751292550180' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2179043751292550180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2179043751292550180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/07/vitamina.html' title='Vitamina'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-731849306963304629</id><published>2009-04-24T11:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:38:25.265-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet</title><content type='html'>Estávamos conversando sobre o ballet. As meninas adoram, mas fazem ballet principalmete por recomendação médica, as duas tem o pezinho torto pra dentro, nada sério, somente estética.&lt;br /&gt;A T. sabe exatamente o que deve trabalhar no Ballet. A L., como sempre está voando e achando que a vida é linda.&lt;br /&gt;L.: - A gente faz ballet, porque as vezes a gente tá com muito sono e o ballet é bom pra acordar as articulações!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-731849306963304629?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/731849306963304629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=731849306963304629' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/731849306963304629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/731849306963304629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/04/ballet.html' title='Ballet'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-2813573549917977979</id><published>2009-03-18T12:29:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:33:36.094-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Água</title><content type='html'>As meninas estudam numa escola superecologicamentecorreta. Eu também sou cada dia mais ecochata. Acho mesmo que se a gente não fizer nada, não vai sobrar planeta pros nossos netos. Mas acho que estamos exagerando...&lt;br /&gt;T. foi ligar a água da torneira do lavabo. Por algum motivo, não saiu água da torneira. Ela então saiu correndo pela casa gritando:&lt;br /&gt;T.: - ACABOU A ÁGUA DO PLANETA! ACABOU A ÁGUA DO PLANETA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-2813573549917977979?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/2813573549917977979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=2813573549917977979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2813573549917977979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2813573549917977979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/03/agua.html' title='Água'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-359116700705897477</id><published>2009-03-11T11:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:58:27.837-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esteira Rolante</title><content type='html'>L.: - É uma escada rolante esmagada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-359116700705897477?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/359116700705897477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=359116700705897477' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/359116700705897477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/359116700705897477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/03/esteira-rolante.html' title='Esteira Rolante'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-4420112687028567390</id><published>2009-03-08T11:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:20:34.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouvidão</title><content type='html'>É orelhão pra L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-4420112687028567390?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/4420112687028567390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=4420112687028567390' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/4420112687028567390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/4420112687028567390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/03/ouvidao.html' title='Ouvidão'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-321960373809649586</id><published>2009-03-07T19:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:04:38.734-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnívoro</title><content type='html'>Erick: - O Tito é carnívoro, né?&lt;br /&gt;T.: - Não, ele é raçãonívoro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-321960373809649586?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/321960373809649586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=321960373809649586' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/321960373809649586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/321960373809649586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/03/carn.html' title='Carnívoro'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-4745372350646875984</id><published>2009-02-28T12:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:18:24.981-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Natureza</title><content type='html'>Estávamos conversando sobre mosquitos...&lt;br /&gt;T.: - Eu não gosto de matar a natureza, mas também não gosto que a natureza fique subindo em mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-4745372350646875984?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/4745372350646875984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=4745372350646875984' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/4745372350646875984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/4745372350646875984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/02/natureza.html' title='Natureza'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-8808602249112644940</id><published>2009-02-25T12:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:42:57.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Castor e o Lobo</title><content type='html'>Estávamos conversando sobre a historia de "Pedro e o Lobo", a T. estava contando pra L. e falou que é a história que passa no Discovery Kids, a T. estava chamando a história de "O Menino e o Lobo". Então a L. falou, não é "O Menino e o Lobo", é "O Castor e o Lobo", querendo dizer "O Pastor e o Lobo".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-8808602249112644940?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/8808602249112644940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=8808602249112644940' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/8808602249112644940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/8808602249112644940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-castor-e-o-lobo.html' title='O Castor e o Lobo'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-4897096390363438743</id><published>2009-02-25T12:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:38:00.217-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarto de experiência</title><content type='html'>Pra L. quer dizer despensa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-4897096390363438743?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/4897096390363438743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=4897096390363438743' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/4897096390363438743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/4897096390363438743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/02/quarto-de-experiencia.html' title='Quarto de experiência'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-7871804975828009862</id><published>2009-02-15T15:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:20:52.255-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Manga da calça</title><content type='html'>T. e o Papai estavam brincando num dia de chuva quando ela enfiou o pé numa poça d'água...&lt;br /&gt;T.: - O Papai me fez molhar a manga da calça...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-7871804975828009862?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/7871804975828009862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=7871804975828009862' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7871804975828009862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7871804975828009862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/02/manga-da-calca.html' title='Manga da calça'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-2064309345740311141</id><published>2009-02-14T14:34:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:34:47.661-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Balança</title><content type='html'>L., em frente a balança: - Mamãe, posso ver quanto eu custo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-2064309345740311141?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/2064309345740311141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=2064309345740311141' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2064309345740311141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2064309345740311141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/02/balanca.html' title='Balança'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-5818965200383123711</id><published>2009-02-14T10:48:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:49:14.755-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ursinho Bebê</title><content type='html'>L. estava conversando com a amiguinha sobre o ursinho...&lt;br /&gt;L.: - Ele é bebê. Ele acabou de nascer...&lt;br /&gt;Bia: - Ele nasceu da sua barriga?&lt;br /&gt;L.: - Não, ele nasceu na loja, ele não é de verdade...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-5818965200383123711?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/5818965200383123711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=5818965200383123711' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/5818965200383123711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/5818965200383123711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/02/ursinho-bebe.html' title='Ursinho Bebê'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-7972018662880411696</id><published>2009-02-05T14:13:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:14:21.638-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma contribuição da Dri</title><content type='html'>Rafinha de novo...&lt;br /&gt;o que é o que é?&lt;br /&gt;mãe, sabe o que é ceveja???&lt;br /&gt;É um fegerante de adulto!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-7972018662880411696?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/7972018662880411696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=7972018662880411696' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7972018662880411696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7972018662880411696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/02/mais-uma-contribuicao-da-dri.html' title='Mais uma contribuição da Dri'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-6775706240153656157</id><published>2009-02-05T14:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:13:17.302-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Contribuição da Dri</title><content type='html'>Rafinha mostrando que tá sabendo tudo...&lt;br /&gt;- mãe, sabe a mulher do cavalo? &lt;br /&gt;Então, não é cavala, é  RÉGUA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-6775706240153656157?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/6775706240153656157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=6775706240153656157' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/6775706240153656157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/6775706240153656157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/02/contribuicao-da-dri.html' title='Contribuição da Dri'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-645549409316560299</id><published>2009-01-11T20:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:19:34.189-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Contribuicao da Sheila</title><content type='html'>Uma tirada muito fofa do Erick:&lt;br /&gt;Jogando “Spore”, um game, ele repara que o lap-top não está conectado ao receptor “wi-fi”, e exclama para o pai: “papy, já sei porque o jogo tá dando pau – voce esqueceu de ligar na caixinha azul” “Que caixinha?”  “Aquela, aonde voce guarda a internet!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-645549409316560299?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/645549409316560299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=645549409316560299' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/645549409316560299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/645549409316560299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2009/01/contribuicao-da-sheila.html' title='Contribuicao da Sheila'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-3821798888382977115</id><published>2008-12-20T21:58:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:00:33.448-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Xixi</title><content type='html'>L.: - Mamãe, como o xixi sai, se não tem buraco no pipi? Porque o buraco do cocô é grandão!&lt;br /&gt;Eu: - Tem buraco no pipi, sim.&lt;br /&gt;L.: - Ah, já sei... o xixi sai esmagado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-3821798888382977115?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/3821798888382977115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=3821798888382977115' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/3821798888382977115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/3821798888382977115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/12/xixi.html' title='Xixi'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-5238264288994663614</id><published>2008-12-20T21:57:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:58:36.961-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus</title><content type='html'>T.: - Mamãe, é verdade que Deus vê tudo?&lt;br /&gt;Eu: - É sim.&lt;br /&gt;T.: - Então ele deve ser gigante!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-5238264288994663614?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/5238264288994663614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=5238264288994663614' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/5238264288994663614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/5238264288994663614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/12/deus.html' title='Deus'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-1732536292909086265</id><published>2008-12-20T21:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:57:49.790-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Backyardigans</title><content type='html'>Dessa vez foi com a L. A gente estava vendo Backyardigans, quando ela perguntou pra prima:&lt;br /&gt;L.: - Isa, como eles fazem pra virar robôs?&lt;br /&gt;Isa: - É fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;L.: - Não, os outros são fantasias, mas os robôs são mágica!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-1732536292909086265?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/1732536292909086265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=1732536292909086265' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1732536292909086265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1732536292909086265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/12/backyardigans.html' title='Backyardigans'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-8935762798089688611</id><published>2008-12-20T21:53:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:55:46.855-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Os maus não cantam...</title><content type='html'>A gente estava assistindo Backyardigans quando vimos um episódio em que os "maus" estavam cantando. A T. já tinha me falado que os "maus" nunca cantam...&lt;br /&gt;Eu: - T., olha só, os "maus" estão cantando...&lt;br /&gt;T.: - É mamãe, mas na verdade eles não cantam, porque as pessoas más não são felizes então não cantam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-8935762798089688611?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/8935762798089688611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=8935762798089688611' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/8935762798089688611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/8935762798089688611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/12/os-maus-no-cantam.html' title='Os maus não cantam...'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-5338323886608273244</id><published>2008-12-20T21:52:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:20:53.027-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Curupira</title><content type='html'>As meninas estavam brigando e a L. vem chorando...&lt;br /&gt;L.: - Mamãe, a T. torceu meu pé e ficou quase igual ao do Curupira...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-5338323886608273244?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/5338323886608273244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=5338323886608273244' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/5338323886608273244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/5338323886608273244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/12/sucupira.html' title='Curupira'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-7767603448205947785</id><published>2008-11-19T07:31:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:37:20.159-02:00</updated><title type='text'>L. boazinha</title><content type='html'>Uma amiguinha da L. viria em casa direto da escola. Em outra ocasião, esta mesma menina viria em casa, mas a L. fez um escândalo que queria que outra menina viesse em casa e deixou a amiga triste. Agora eu perguntei pra L. se ela seria boazinha com a amiga. Ela me respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;L: - Hoje quem veio é a L. boazinha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-7767603448205947785?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/7767603448205947785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=7767603448205947785' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7767603448205947785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7767603448205947785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/11/l-boazinha.html' title='L. boazinha'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-4720960125198657168</id><published>2008-11-19T07:30:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:30:52.497-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Matada</title><content type='html'>L. desenhando...&lt;br /&gt;- Eu fiz uma flor que tá matada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-4720960125198657168?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/4720960125198657168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=4720960125198657168' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/4720960125198657168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/4720960125198657168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/11/matada.html' title='Matada'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-9152286224028831255</id><published>2008-11-01T19:37:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:38:29.642-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vovó</title><content type='html'>T: - Eu amo a Vovó R....&lt;br /&gt;Papai: - É porque ela te dá presente?&lt;br /&gt;T: - Não!&lt;br /&gt;L. (se metendo na conversa): - É porque ela deixa a gente comer bala!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-9152286224028831255?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/9152286224028831255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=9152286224028831255' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/9152286224028831255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/9152286224028831255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/11/vov.html' title='Vovó'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-1750683310416896562</id><published>2008-10-28T19:26:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:27:02.722-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Português</title><content type='html'>L. jogando bola: - Eu acertei centos vezes e morrei três vezes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-1750683310416896562?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/1750683310416896562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=1750683310416896562' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1750683310416896562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1750683310416896562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/10/portugus.html' title='Português'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-573171472409975106</id><published>2008-09-24T12:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:44:17.098-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Papai Noel</title><content type='html'>T. estava conversando com a amiguinha:&lt;br /&gt;Bia: - T., se você não se comportar, o Papai Noel não vai te trazer presentes...&lt;br /&gt;T: - Ele não vai trazer mesmo, eu não sou católica...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-573171472409975106?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/573171472409975106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=573171472409975106' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/573171472409975106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/573171472409975106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/09/papai-noel.html' title='Papai Noel'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-2401683603323605840</id><published>2008-09-22T20:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:19:57.974-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixador</title><content type='html'>L. pediu alguma coisa pro papai, ele deixou:&lt;br /&gt;L: - O papai é o deixador!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-2401683603323605840?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/2401683603323605840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=2401683603323605840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2401683603323605840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2401683603323605840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/09/deixador.html' title='Deixador'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-1613872107688660839</id><published>2008-09-20T10:43:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T10:47:06.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sítio</title><content type='html'>L. estava se preparando para ir para um passeio com a escolinha...&lt;br /&gt;T: - Eu também quero ir pro passeio!&lt;br /&gt;Papai: - Você não vai pro passeio hoje, mas vai pro sítio com a escola depois!&lt;br /&gt;L: - Sítio du Soleil?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-1613872107688660839?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/1613872107688660839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=1613872107688660839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1613872107688660839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1613872107688660839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/09/stio.html' title='Sítio'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-5722547293158733485</id><published>2008-09-20T10:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T10:43:08.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem Casado</title><content type='html'>L: - Devia chamar Bem Melado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-5722547293158733485?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/5722547293158733485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=5722547293158733485' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/5722547293158733485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/5722547293158733485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/09/bem-casado.html' title='Bem Casado'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-3795244413292381804</id><published>2008-09-20T10:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T10:46:45.994-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddynho</title><content type='html'>Perguntei pra amiguinha da L. se ela gostava de Toddynho...&lt;br /&gt;L: - A gente gosta de Toddynho, porque Toddynho é igual chocolate. Chocolate esmagado, é Toddynho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-3795244413292381804?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/3795244413292381804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=3795244413292381804' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/3795244413292381804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/3795244413292381804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/09/toddynho.html' title='Toddynho'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-6008692319677961675</id><published>2008-09-13T10:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:11:18.035-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando eu crescer...</title><content type='html'>L: - Mamãe, quando eu crescer eu vou querer ser pessoa, tá bom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-6008692319677961675?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/6008692319677961675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=6008692319677961675' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/6008692319677961675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/6008692319677961675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/09/quando-eu-crescer.html' title='Quando eu crescer...'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-5041546135173463673</id><published>2008-08-26T10:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:28:03.934-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora o tenis</title><content type='html'>Seguindo a linha do post anterior:&lt;br /&gt;L: - O tenis está caindo do meu pé, acho que ele está ficando grande!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-5041546135173463673?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/5041546135173463673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=5041546135173463673' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/5041546135173463673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/5041546135173463673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/08/agora-o-tenis.html' title='Agora o tenis'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-3778649685630546583</id><published>2008-08-26T10:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:12:04.482-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sapato</title><content type='html'>L. ganhou um sapato de presente e ficou grande. Ai ela foi ver se servia pra T., mas ficou pequeno.&lt;br /&gt;L: - T., você vai ter que esperar o sapato crescer um pouco, pra poder usar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-3778649685630546583?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/3778649685630546583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=3778649685630546583' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/3778649685630546583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/3778649685630546583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/08/sapato.html' title='Sapato'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-9044443785373968162</id><published>2008-08-17T11:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:30:39.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinema</title><content type='html'>Estavamos no caminho do cinema com os primos. Quando L. incia sua conversa com a priminhas, da mesma idade:&lt;br /&gt;L: - Ilaninha, onde você está indo?&lt;br /&gt;Ilaninha: - No cinema.&lt;br /&gt;L: - Eu também! Oba! A gente vai se encontrar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-9044443785373968162?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/9044443785373968162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=9044443785373968162' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/9044443785373968162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/9044443785373968162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/08/cinema.html' title='Cinema'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-8644844485080080793</id><published>2008-08-12T18:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:47:43.724-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Metafísica</title><content type='html'>No carro, caminho para uma festinha, sabado a tarde...&lt;br /&gt;T: - Papai, não é verdade que agora já não é agora? Porque cada tempo é um tempo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-8644844485080080793?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/8644844485080080793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=8644844485080080793' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/8644844485080080793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/8644844485080080793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/08/metafsica.html' title='Metafísica'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-7796158315199666512</id><published>2008-08-12T18:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:46:56.054-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigas</title><content type='html'>De manhã, depois de se tomarem café e se trocarem, as meninas costumam brincar um pouquinho. Daí eu chamei a T. para ir a escola:&lt;br /&gt;T: - Ah, não, mamãe, eu quero brincar com a L.!&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Tá bom, T., você brinca quando voltarem da escola.&lt;br /&gt;T: - Mas até lá a gente já não vai mais estar amigas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-7796158315199666512?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/7796158315199666512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=7796158315199666512' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7796158315199666512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7796158315199666512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/08/amigas.html' title='Amigas'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-7119868308813043266</id><published>2008-08-04T19:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:09:26.868-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Convite</title><content type='html'>Eu: - L, você distribuiu o convite da sua festa pros seus amigos?&lt;br /&gt;L: - Sim, mas não tinha pra mim... Ah... eu não vou poder ir na minha festa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-7119868308813043266?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/7119868308813043266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=7119868308813043266' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7119868308813043266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7119868308813043266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/08/convite.html' title='Convite'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-1964853119502340124</id><published>2008-07-30T12:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:06:31.262-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contribuições do André</title><content type='html'>- André: vamos ver quem sabe alguma palavra da nossa língua que veio dos índios.&lt;br /&gt;- Fefê: eu sei! "Mim".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofia, quando estávamos parados na Marginal Pinheiros às 18h30 da tarde: "Acho que nenhuma dessas pessoas está com fome. Ninguém tá andando!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-1964853119502340124?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/1964853119502340124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=1964853119502340124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1964853119502340124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1964853119502340124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/07/contribuies-do-andr.html' title='Contribuições do André'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-6141794170931103883</id><published>2008-07-24T18:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T18:19:28.351-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caldinho</title><content type='html'>L: - Mamãe, eu cai na rua, machuquei meu joelho e saiu caldinho de sangue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-6141794170931103883?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/6141794170931103883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=6141794170931103883' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/6141794170931103883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/6141794170931103883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/07/caldinho.html' title='Caldinho'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-8864409353749859503</id><published>2008-07-21T20:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:48:10.332-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdura</title><content type='html'>L: - Eu quero presunto sem verdura! (gordura)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-8864409353749859503?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/8864409353749859503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=8864409353749859503' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/8864409353749859503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/8864409353749859503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/07/verdura.html' title='Verdura'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-7206842279600611353</id><published>2008-07-21T20:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:47:43.532-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha força...</title><content type='html'>No meio da pista de esqui...&lt;br /&gt;L: - Papai, está acabando a minha força...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-7206842279600611353?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/7206842279600611353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=7206842279600611353' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7206842279600611353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7206842279600611353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/07/minha-fora.html' title='Minha força...'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-2784168665917187410</id><published>2008-07-21T20:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:47:04.734-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pause</title><content type='html'>No meio da brincadeira...&lt;br /&gt;T: - L., eu vou fazer cocô, vamos dar pause na brincadeira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-2784168665917187410?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/2784168665917187410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=2784168665917187410' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2784168665917187410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2784168665917187410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/07/pause.html' title='Pause'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-7278551698956102593</id><published>2008-07-21T20:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:49:02.164-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Espanhol ou Chinês</title><content type='html'>Estavamos indo para Las Leñas, no caminho...&lt;br /&gt;L: - La na Argentina os Tios falam espanhol ou chinês?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-7278551698956102593?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/7278551698956102593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=7278551698956102593' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7278551698956102593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7278551698956102593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/07/espanhol-ou-chins.html' title='Espanhol ou Chinês'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-1057858932894895215</id><published>2008-07-21T20:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:44:58.494-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desobediência</title><content type='html'>T: - Vovó, não é que quando a gente cresce a gente vai desobedecendo a mamãe?&lt;br /&gt;Vovó D: - Não, T., a gente sempre obedece a nossa mamãe, e...&lt;br /&gt;T: - Mas a vovó R. não obedece a Biza!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-1057858932894895215?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/1057858932894895215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=1057858932894895215' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1057858932894895215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1057858932894895215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/07/desobedincia.html' title='Desobediência'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-2032261719017674673</id><published>2008-07-03T21:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:08:03.714-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucas X Lucca</title><content type='html'>Perguntei pra Tali sobre um amiguinho, se se chamava Lucca ou Lucas. Ela respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;T: - Eu acho que é Lucca, porque se fosse Lucas seria um monte de Lucca, né?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-2032261719017674673?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/2032261719017674673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=2032261719017674673' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2032261719017674673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2032261719017674673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/07/lucas-x-lucca.html' title='Lucas X Lucca'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-3161354221258740006</id><published>2008-07-01T20:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:07:20.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contribuição da Debora</title><content type='html'>Fefê: - Mamãe, hoje dá pra gente ir sem correria?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-3161354221258740006?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/3161354221258740006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=3161354221258740006' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/3161354221258740006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/3161354221258740006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/07/contribuio-da-debora.html' title='Contribuição da Debora'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-3944930963044985492</id><published>2008-07-01T20:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:06:32.449-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contribuição do André</title><content type='html'>"As meninas aprenderam os nomes das diferentes colheres (de sopa, de sobremesa, café, chá...)&lt;br /&gt;Ai, aconteceu esse diálogo no almoço de domingo:&lt;br /&gt;Sofia: - Não dá pra comer com esse garfo, é muito grande.&lt;br /&gt;Fernanda: - Então deve ser garfo de sopa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito fofas! André, suas filhas são mesmo muito fofas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-3944930963044985492?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/3944930963044985492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=3944930963044985492' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/3944930963044985492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/3944930963044985492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/07/contribuio-do-andr.html' title='Contribuição do André'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-2648051382187037140</id><published>2008-06-23T17:17:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:08:03.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa da Vovó</title><content type='html'>Estavamos discutindo sobre a possibilidade de pintar nosso ap. enquanto estivermos viajando. Mas talvez o N. não possa ir com a gente. &lt;br /&gt;N: - Mas se eu não for com vocês, eu vou ter que ficar UMA SEMANA na casa da minha mãe! Ninguém merece!&lt;br /&gt;Eu: - É verdade, você não merece isso...&lt;br /&gt;T. (se metendo na conversa): - Claro que o papai merece!&lt;br /&gt;Pois é... cada um tem seu ponto de vista!  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-2648051382187037140?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/2648051382187037140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=2648051382187037140' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2648051382187037140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2648051382187037140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/06/casa-da-vov.html' title='Casa da Vovó'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-4729534415987570258</id><published>2008-06-22T10:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T10:49:21.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Abi</title><content type='html'>T: - Papai, o que é abi?&lt;br /&gt;Papai: - Abi, T.? Não sei...&lt;br /&gt;T: - Abi, de absurdo... eu sei o que é surdo, mas não sei o que é abi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-4729534415987570258?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/4729534415987570258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=4729534415987570258' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/4729534415987570258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/4729534415987570258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/06/abi.html' title='Abi'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-7093826587556432724</id><published>2008-06-10T08:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T08:56:55.601-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Linguas</title><content type='html'>T: - Eu quero falar quatro linguas: português, inglês, espanhol e hebraico.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, e também quero falar cachorrês, pra poder conversar com o Tito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-7093826587556432724?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/7093826587556432724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=7093826587556432724' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7093826587556432724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7093826587556432724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/06/linguas.html' title='Linguas'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-7538908620522881465</id><published>2008-06-06T21:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:22:55.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Clipts</title><content type='html'>É clips pra L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-7538908620522881465?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/7538908620522881465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=7538908620522881465' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7538908620522881465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7538908620522881465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/06/clipts.html' title='Clipts'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-3332943264715894808</id><published>2008-06-06T09:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:59:01.922-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet</title><content type='html'>Eu estava editando fotos das minhas peças para colocar no meu site, quando a T. apareceu e perguntou o que eu estava fazendo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu: - Estou colocando essas fotos no computador, ai quem quiser, vai poder vê-las de qualquer computador.&lt;br /&gt;T: - Mamãe, então porque você não faz um site e coloca na Internet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-3332943264715894808?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/3332943264715894808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=3332943264715894808' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/3332943264715894808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/3332943264715894808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/06/internet.html' title='Internet'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-7357260079599874700</id><published>2008-06-06T09:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:57:22.632-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Miami</title><content type='html'>L: - Mamãe, quando nós vamos para em Miami?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-7357260079599874700?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/7357260079599874700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=7357260079599874700' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7357260079599874700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7357260079599874700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/06/em-miami.html' title='Em Miami'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-5743482861848623538</id><published>2008-05-28T18:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:10:15.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Xerox</title><content type='html'>T: - Mamãe, você tira xerox daquele CD pra eu poder dar de presente pra minha escola?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-5743482861848623538?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/5743482861848623538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=5743482861848623538' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/5743482861848623538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/5743482861848623538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/05/xerox.html' title='Xerox'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-4215782143180378461</id><published>2008-04-24T22:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:08:02.965-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contribuição do André</title><content type='html'>Fefê: "Pai, é muito bom ter irmã né?"&lt;br /&gt;André: "Por que, filha, pra brincar junto?"&lt;br /&gt;Fefê: "Por que quando toma banho, uma pode lavar as costas da outra!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-4215782143180378461?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/4215782143180378461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=4215782143180378461' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/4215782143180378461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/4215782143180378461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/04/contribuio-do-andr.html' title='Contribuição do André'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-8592029918390127016</id><published>2008-04-18T11:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:41:48.103-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contribuição da Ana</title><content type='html'>Thomas: - Mãe, o que é Deus?&lt;br /&gt;Ana: - É uma energia de amor...&lt;br /&gt;Thomas: - É nada! Então como ele falou com Moisés????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-8592029918390127016?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/8592029918390127016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=8592029918390127016' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/8592029918390127016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/8592029918390127016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/04/contribuio-da-ana.html' title='Contribuição da Ana'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-256209976496950353</id><published>2008-04-13T17:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T17:52:25.626-03:00</updated><title type='text'>China</title><content type='html'>T: - Mamãe, não é verdade que a gente vai pra China?&lt;br /&gt;Eu: - China, T.? Não, nós vamos para Argentina!&lt;br /&gt;T: - Ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-256209976496950353?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/256209976496950353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=256209976496950353' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/256209976496950353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/256209976496950353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/04/china.html' title='China'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-6134262595052173750</id><published>2008-04-08T20:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:30:53.164-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomate</title><content type='html'>T: - Mamãe, não é verdade que o tomate é disfarçado de salada, mas na verdade ele é uma fruta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-6134262595052173750?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/6134262595052173750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=6134262595052173750' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/6134262595052173750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/6134262595052173750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/04/tomate.html' title='Tomate'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-7902663011302420504</id><published>2008-04-05T20:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:42:25.495-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Matzá</title><content type='html'>L: - Matzá é uma pizza sem queijo e sem molho de tomate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-7902663011302420504?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/7902663011302420504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=7902663011302420504' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7902663011302420504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7902663011302420504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/04/matz.html' title='Matzá'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-711104426600551942</id><published>2008-04-04T17:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:44:00.721-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contribuição da Lucy</title><content type='html'>Lucy e Cacá estavam sentadas quando passa um senhor bem velhinho...&lt;br /&gt;Cacá: - Nossa, que velho!&lt;br /&gt;Lucy: - Cacá, não fala assim... todo mundo vai ficar velhinho um dia, a gente tem que respeitar...&lt;br /&gt;Cacá: - Não, mamãe, as mamães e os papais não ficam velhinhos, só as vovós e os vovôs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-711104426600551942?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/711104426600551942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=711104426600551942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/711104426600551942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/711104426600551942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/04/contribuio-da-lucy.html' title='Contribuição da Lucy'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-6744365074922488097</id><published>2008-04-04T17:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:41:42.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu docinho...</title><content type='html'>L. estava na Escola de Esportes...&lt;br /&gt;Tia N: - L., me dá um beijo, senão eu vou chorar!&lt;br /&gt;L.: - Chora! Chora! Chora!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-6744365074922488097?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/6744365074922488097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=6744365074922488097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/6744365074922488097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/6744365074922488097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/04/meu-docinho.html' title='Meu docinho...'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-1820470887793224676</id><published>2008-03-27T13:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:45:11.551-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pior amiga</title><content type='html'>T: - A Fulaninha é minha pior amiga...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-1820470887793224676?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/1820470887793224676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=1820470887793224676' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1820470887793224676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1820470887793224676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/03/pior-amiga.html' title='Pior amiga'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-7215928791197114594</id><published>2008-03-26T20:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:09:54.369-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contribuição da Ana</title><content type='html'>A Juju estáva fazendo espacatti e foi toda feliz falar para a mamãe:&lt;br /&gt;Juju: - Mamãe, olha meu abacate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-7215928791197114594?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/7215928791197114594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=7215928791197114594' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7215928791197114594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7215928791197114594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/03/contribuio-da-ana.html' title='Contribuição da Ana'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-5867401068980894303</id><published>2008-03-26T20:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:11:08.017-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adivinha quanto eu te amo</title><content type='html'>Na hora de dormir eu li o livro "Adivinha quanto eu te amo" pras meninas. No livro o coelhinho e o pai falam quanto um ama o outro. No final, o coelhinho fala pro pai que ama ele até a Lua e o pai responde que ama o coelhinho até a lua, ida e volta.&lt;br /&gt;As meninas começaram a falar quanto elas me amavam:&lt;br /&gt;T: - Mamãe, eu te amo até a Lua, passando por todos os planetas.&lt;br /&gt;L: - Eu te amo até o NR (acampamento que fomos nesse fds).&lt;br /&gt;T: - Eu te amo até Juquehi... COM TRÂNSITO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-5867401068980894303?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/5867401068980894303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=5867401068980894303' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/5867401068980894303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/5867401068980894303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/03/adivinha-quanto-eu-te-amo.html' title='Adivinha quanto eu te amo'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-86590077202819441</id><published>2008-03-24T14:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:22:17.289-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Metafísica</title><content type='html'>T: - Mamãe, eu queria não existir.&lt;br /&gt;Eu: - Por que T.?&lt;br /&gt;T: - Porque se eu não existisse, eu não iria morrer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-86590077202819441?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/86590077202819441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=86590077202819441' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/86590077202819441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/86590077202819441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/03/metafsica.html' title='Metafísica'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-4643105194576521564</id><published>2008-03-22T19:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T19:56:53.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desbota</title><content type='html'>L. tirando o short e tentando desabotoar:&lt;br /&gt;L: - Mamãe, desbota pra mim?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-4643105194576521564?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/4643105194576521564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=4643105194576521564' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/4643105194576521564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/4643105194576521564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/03/desbota.html' title='Desbota'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-5870210690116682616</id><published>2008-03-22T19:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T19:55:39.372-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NR</title><content type='html'>Estava conversando com a T. sobre quando ela iria sozinha para o acampamento:&lt;br /&gt;T: - Eu vou quando tiver uns 10 anos e a L. puder ir comigo. Porque se eu for agora ela vai morrer de saudades de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-5870210690116682616?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/5870210690116682616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=5870210690116682616' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/5870210690116682616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/5870210690116682616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='NR'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-142927392781174831</id><published>2008-03-05T18:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:11:27.388-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrio</title><content type='html'>L: - Mamãe, você gosta quando eu sorro, né? Hahahahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-142927392781174831?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/142927392781174831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=142927392781174831' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/142927392781174831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/142927392781174831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/03/sorrio.html' title='Sorrio'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-89698121365175926</id><published>2008-02-26T11:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T11:28:58.788-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Choradora</title><content type='html'>Estávamos numa discussão sobre o que cada um da família fazia de melhor quando a L. soltou:&lt;br /&gt;L: - Eu sou a choradora!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-89698121365175926?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/89698121365175926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=89698121365175926' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/89698121365175926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/89698121365175926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/02/choradora.html' title='Choradora'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-4600963875497410312</id><published>2008-02-23T11:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T11:09:17.208-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aula externa</title><content type='html'>Eu: - L., onde foi sua aula da Escola de Esportes?&lt;br /&gt;L: - Foi lá fora...&lt;br /&gt;Eu: - Lá fora onde?&lt;br /&gt;L: - Lá fora onde tem Sol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-4600963875497410312?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/4600963875497410312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=4600963875497410312' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/4600963875497410312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/4600963875497410312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/02/aula-externa.html' title='Aula externa'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-7361893913970315965</id><published>2008-02-23T11:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T11:07:07.605-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dezedez</title><content type='html'>L: - Dezenove, dezedez, dezeonze, dezedoze, dezetreze...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-7361893913970315965?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/7361893913970315965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=7361893913970315965' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7361893913970315965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7361893913970315965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/02/dezedez.html' title='Dezedez'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-6124955893125138738</id><published>2008-02-23T11:02:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T11:04:15.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialogo dramático</title><content type='html'>Eu: - T., você não quer colocar um vestidinho pra gente sair?&lt;br /&gt;T: - Mas vestido não pode, só pode em festas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu: - Mas eu estou te falando pra você colocar um vestido!&lt;br /&gt;T: - Mas eu sei que você não deixa colocar vestido...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-6124955893125138738?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/6124955893125138738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=6124955893125138738' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/6124955893125138738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/6124955893125138738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/02/dialogo-dramtico.html' title='Dialogo dramático'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-8991150936438201160</id><published>2008-02-15T10:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T10:57:05.228-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando eu crescer...</title><content type='html'>L.: - Mamãe, não é que quando eu crescer eu vou ser grande?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-8991150936438201160?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/8991150936438201160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=8991150936438201160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/8991150936438201160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/8991150936438201160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/02/quando-eu-crescer.html' title='Quando eu crescer...'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-9055713477971061480</id><published>2008-02-15T10:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T10:56:15.503-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Escola de Esportes</title><content type='html'>L.: - Eu não quero ir na Escola de Esportes mas eu vou! Eu não quero ir na Escola de Esportes mas eu vou! &lt;br /&gt;(cantando!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-9055713477971061480?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/9055713477971061480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=9055713477971061480' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/9055713477971061480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/9055713477971061480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/02/escola-de-esportes.html' title='Escola de Esportes'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-5712594540862590047</id><published>2008-01-30T19:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:53:36.930-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Contribuição da Lê</title><content type='html'>Um dia desses o Gabi soltou a seguinte perola enquanto fazia xixi (todo orgulhoso de pe):  "Mamae, um dia voce tambem vai aprender a fazer xixi de pe."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-5712594540862590047?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/5712594540862590047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=5712594540862590047' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/5712594540862590047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/5712594540862590047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/01/contribuio-da-l.html' title='Contribuição da Lê'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-1818869791927031280</id><published>2008-01-08T20:42:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T20:04:39.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rochi</title><content type='html'>L: - Mamãe, você conhece o Rochi?&lt;br /&gt;Eu: - Não, quem é o Rochi?&lt;br /&gt;L. fazendo barulhinho de ronco: rrrrrrr shhhhhh rrrrrrr shhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-1818869791927031280?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/1818869791927031280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=1818869791927031280' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1818869791927031280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1818869791927031280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/01/rochi.html' title='Rochi'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-4258510991859168310</id><published>2008-01-04T20:22:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T20:22:19.174-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhhh!!!!</title><content type='html'>A L. dormiu no quarto da prima de 12 anos. Cedinho a prima acordou e foi pra escola. Beeeem mais tarde, o papai entra no quarto e vê a L. acordada, quietinha. Ai ele pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;P: - Oi L., dormiu bem?&lt;br /&gt;E ela responde sussurrando:&lt;br /&gt;L: - Shhhhh! Fala baixinho, papai, pra não acordar a Cami!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-4258510991859168310?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/4258510991859168310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=4258510991859168310' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/4258510991859168310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/4258510991859168310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/01/shhhhh.html' title='Shhhhh!!!!'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-7439048851970090678</id><published>2008-01-03T23:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:55:25.703-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Roupa grande</title><content type='html'>A vovó comprou uma roupa para as primas maiores. Não tinha tamanho pequeno. A T. viu a roupa e protestou, também queria uma. A vovó explicou que não tinha o tamanho dela.&lt;br /&gt;T: - Não tem problema, vovó, a roupa espera eu crescer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-7439048851970090678?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/7439048851970090678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=7439048851970090678' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7439048851970090678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/7439048851970090678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/01/roupa-grande.html' title='Roupa grande'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-2859374463917824945</id><published>2008-01-03T00:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T01:04:11.399-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sou a Legenda</title><content type='html'>Mais uma das primas de Miami:&lt;br /&gt;Camila: - Tio, você já assistiu o filme "Eu sou a Legenda"? (I am the Legend)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-2859374463917824945?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/2859374463917824945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=2859374463917824945' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2859374463917824945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/2859374463917824945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/01/eu-sou-legenda.html' title='Eu sou a Legenda'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-1119231190629284696</id><published>2008-01-03T00:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:59:54.797-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dor de Coração</title><content type='html'>Eu estava tirando a temperatura da T. e dando comida na boquinha dela. A L. fala correndo:&lt;br /&gt;L: - Eu também quero comida na boca, estou com dor de coração!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-1119231190629284696?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/1119231190629284696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=1119231190629284696' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1119231190629284696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1119231190629284696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2008/01/dor-de-corao.html' title='Dor de Coração'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-4651886521147728186</id><published>2007-12-31T20:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T20:06:05.293-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Categoritos</title><content type='html'>Na piscina, a prima de 9 anos que mora em Miami:&lt;br /&gt;Dani: - Como se fala "category" em português? Acho que é como "categoritos".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-4651886521147728186?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/4651886521147728186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=4651886521147728186' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/4651886521147728186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/4651886521147728186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2007/12/categoritos.html' title='Categoritos'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-1348930474922679102</id><published>2007-12-31T20:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T20:03:02.455-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Na loja de sapatos</title><content type='html'>L. chorando para o Papai:&lt;br /&gt;- Buaaaa... eu tava se perdida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-1348930474922679102?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/1348930474922679102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=1348930474922679102' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1348930474922679102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1348930474922679102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2007/12/na-loja-de-sapatos.html' title='Na loja de sapatos'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683660945787982362.post-1165931149921030186</id><published>2007-12-27T00:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T00:20:58.157-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus Gases</title><content type='html'>L: - Eu estou com os gases... mamãe, dá beijo nos meus gases? - Obrigada, mamãe, por você dar beijo nos meus gases...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683660945787982362-1165931149921030186?l=pequenastiradas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/feeds/1165931149921030186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683660945787982362&amp;postID=1165931149921030186' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1165931149921030186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683660945787982362/posts/default/1165931149921030186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenastiradas.blogspot.com/2007/12/meus-gases.html' title='Meus Gases'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
