tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47421787035170270252012-02-16T18:19:50.382-08:00This is what happens when a fairy and a star meet...Santininoreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742178703517027025.post-56899349576416380042009-09-06T22:28:00.000-07:002009-09-06T22:34:23.072-07:00<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8phW3W1_Y/SqSaaD4IBgI/AAAAAAAAKZc/A1hUD27cq1c/s1600-h/ant.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378593627495204354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8phW3W1_Y/SqSaaD4IBgI/AAAAAAAAKZc/A1hUD27cq1c/s320/ant.gif" /></a>Fairy and Star learn the name of the animals with a 4 year old boy litle teacher.</div><div> </div><div>F: What's this animal? ( F mimic....)</div><div>LITLE-BOY: It's a monkay!</div><div>S: And this?</div><div>LB- It's a frog.</div><div>F: ....</div><div>LB: This is a butterfly.</div><div>S: And this? ( Star killing a ant in the wall)</div><div>LB: This is the end!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742178703517027025-5689934957641638004?l=fairyandstararound.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santininoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742178703517027025.post-51751492295472867902009-08-31T22:51:00.000-07:002009-09-06T22:12:23.534-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8phW3W1_Y/Spy2zioOeKI/AAAAAAAAKZU/fJwfvz8zw5A/s1600-h/man.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 258px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376373051758639266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8phW3W1_Y/Spy2zioOeKI/AAAAAAAAKZU/fJwfvz8zw5A/s320/man.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Finally we bought ours support board to the bike, but.... there are one problem. We need to buy neals! Where can we buy? What's the size? Where are the mans?</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>WHEN WE NEED A MAN</strong></span></div><div> </div><div>Sometimes to screw a nail</div><div>or repair our brain</div><div>Sometimes in the rain</div><div>only to guard our umbrella</div><div>Sometimes during the dark</div><div>to heat our heart</div><div>Always on the way</div><div>to go around togheter</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742178703517027025-5175149229547286790?l=fairyandstararound.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santininoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742178703517027025.post-15380276286258062782009-07-28T18:21:00.000-07:002009-07-28T18:23:35.033-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8phW3W1_Y/Sm-kYYbWAPI/AAAAAAAAKY0/G7qfjE0bMW8/s1600-h/CIMG0452.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8phW3W1_Y/Sm-kYYbWAPI/AAAAAAAAKY0/G7qfjE0bMW8/s320/CIMG0452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363686420002504946" border="0" /></a><br />Santiago do Chile....<br />take care!!! is serious.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742178703517027025-1538027628625806278?l=fairyandstararound.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santininoreply@blogger.com1