The Little Butterfly

What would you want if you could change your body ? Probably being thinner, or taller, or stronger...
Have you asked that question to a child? Probably you get the answer to have wings, or be a mermaid, or have elastic arms...
Kids imagination is so fantastic, what happens that makes us loose such a wishes?
Tell me your story, here is mine...

Little Girl was looking at the red flower. A butterfly flew over and caught the Little Girls eyes.
- "Hello Butterfly, you have beautiful wings", said the Little Girl.
The butterfly flew around the Little Girl. As it flew the Little Girl looked and followed the beautiful butterfly spinning and the dress became a balloon.
- "You can fly, you have a beautiful balloon.", said the butterfly.
The Little Girl floated in the air and with a lot of energy used the arms to push her in the butterfly's direction. As the Little Girl used all her energy, the dress transformed into beautiful wings, and suddenly the Little Girl herself could fly with the butterfly.
- "I can see the lake, the garden, the flowers, the tree tops...", shouted excitedly the Little Girl.
As the Little Girl saw a beautiful garden picture of a flower, made of many flowers, she flew to the edge of the large flower, just like a butterfly looking for the flowers nectar.
Papi came to the garden at that very moment and saw the Little Girl flapping her dress at the garden edge.
- "Hello Little Girl, come, we are going to the garden.", said Papi.
-" I already saw the garden and tasted every flower.", said giggling the Little Girl.

The Ball

Do your kids like their toys ? Do they loose their toys ? What happens when your kids cannot find their favorite toys ? Do you help them find the toys ? Do you improvise a treasure hunt ? Or a search and rescue ? Are there typical spots where the toys end up being lost ? Tell me your story, here is mine...


Happy face. Sad Face. Happy face. Where is my ball?
The shooting star flashes in the night sky, all the flowers went to sleep. But where is my ball ?
I cannot find my ball, I cannot ask the pretty flower. The pretty flower is sleeping, and the shooting star did not wake up the pretty flower.

Look down, look up, where is my ball ?
Look left, look right, where is my ball ?
Open your eyes and count the flowers. One pretty flower, two pretty flowers, three. Four pretty flowers, five pretty flowers, six. Where is my ball ?
All the flowers are sleeping, I cannot ask the pretty flowers. Where is my ball ?
Follow the shooting star, follow the shooting star. The shooting star knows where is my ball.
Happy face. Sad Face. Happy face. I found my ball!
Sleep pretty flower, I found my ball, now I can go to bed and fall asleep.