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Pedagogia infantil

"Eles que berrem o que quiserem", comunicou-me Cynthia denotando estranha perfídia. Perturbado, só me restou dizer-lhe que não lhe gabava a crueldade: "Mas... mas são crianças, Cynthia..." Ela ainda oficializaria, indiferente: "Regras são regras, meu caro Thomas: neste infantário, a compota de morango é só para os meninos bem compotados."

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Sophia disse…
Apaixonei-me pelo nome Cíntia com 5 anos quando me leram o conto Anita vai às aulas.Desde esse dia passei a dizer que teria um dia, uma filha chamada Cíntia. Espero que venha a gostar de compotas de frutos vermelhos, pois são antioxidantes.
Manuela disse…
Que psicologia..rs

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