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cl spune:
Sambata am fost cu Alex la Tandarica, la "Frumoasa si bestia". In stanga noastra era un tatic cu o fetita de nici doi ani. La un moment dat s-a speriat bietul copil si s-a intors cu spatele la scena, cerandu-i tatalui ei s-o duca acasa. Tatal incerca s-o intoarca cu fata la scena si-i spunea: "uite baietelul ce cuminte este si se uita la spectacol!". Abia m-am abtinut sa nu-i spun: "baietelul e mult mai mare, are aproape 5 ani! Maine ar fi fost un spectacol potrivit pentru varsta ei!" Ce-o fi fost in capul lui, nu stiu! Pana la urma s-a indurat de bietul copil si au plecat. Alex s-a comportat bine, a fost foarte curios si, la un moment dat, a vrut sa sara pe scena s-o ajute pe frumoasa (eram in primul rand). Am reusit sa-l apuc de haine in ultima clipa 
! La sfarsitul spectacolului a vrut sa se duca pe scena ca s-o sarute pe frumoasa. Apoi, mi-a spus ca vrea sa mai mergem inca o data la "Frumoasa si bestia" ca sa-i aduca flori frumoasei. S-o fi indragostit?
Claudia
Danza spune:
quote:
Originally posted by ciufulici
"cand ajunge Scufita Rosie la bunicuta si ii spune, vai bunicuta ce gura mare ai iar lupul ii spune ca sa te mananc mai bine ea scoate pistolul si face pac"....
Cu drag 2xCiufulici
ce nostima si ce imaginatie bogata are Diana ta!Acum ca o completare la subiect, as mai spune ca Danut plange
cand ii canta cineva (eu, bona, bunica) cantecele de orice fel, atat vesele cat si cele mai triste, sau de nani-na. Nu inteleg de ce, am mai trecut o data prin asta, dar i-a trecut, si acum i-a revenit:((( Cu drag,
Dana, mamica lui
Danutz - 2 ani pe 20 septembrieAlbum:http://www.yamafoto.com/?ref=6599
cl spune:
quote:
Originally posted by Rodica
Ce-i cu SHREC ? Unde il gasim?
Rodica, este un filmulet cu un magarus. Este foarte haios, daca vrei iti pot face o copie pe un cd si ti-o dau. Da-mi un PM pentru detalii.
Claudia
arra spune:
Interesant aspect!!!
Abia astept sa am si eu un bebitz in crestere, sa vad cum merge treaba!
Mi-a priit teribil lectura.
elena_ltd spune:
Noi am renuntat la povestile clasice. In primul rand pentru ca si noua ni se par violente si chiar stupide unele din ele. Am ales varianta povesti inventate de mami sau de tati ad-hoc, de cele mai multe ori cu morala in stricta legatura cu pataniile de peste zi ale Oanei sau cu temerile ei etc.
Ce vroiam sa mai adaug la ce s-a spus aici este ca, mama si de fata fiind, mi-am pus mereu problema perceptiei pe care o are copilul fata de personajele feminine din povesti. Cele mai multe sunt cu printi care vin sa le salveze din tot felul de belele sau din letargii inexplicabile (ca de-aia si urasc povestile clasice europene - Alba ca zapada, saracuta, cu marul in gat, in moarte clinica, pazita de pitici sa vina s-o sarute salvatorul pe cal alb, Ileana Cosanzeana cu Fat-Frumosul ei, lipsita, mititica de ea, de orice initiativa, ca si Scufita Rosie, care o pateste pt simplul motiv ca nu asculta de mama, fara insa a fi in stare de o actiune personala care sa-i vina in ajutor si multe altele).
Pai ce fac, ii spun Oanei sa astepte linistita "printul" pe cal alb, perfectul si superbul, care s-o aleaga, sa o ia de sotie si care o va face fericita pana la adanci batraneti?
No way! Nu ma mai lungesc, dar sper ca am reusit sa subliniez ideea care ma framanta, pe langa cea a violentei, razbunarii si altele asemenea despre care s-a mai discutat aici.
Elena, mama Oanei si a lui bb Mihai
Leah spune:
Apropo de ceea ce a spus Elena ltd despre personajele din povest care asteapta pe altii sa le salveze si despre lipsa de actiune si restul Iata aici o poveste politically correct.(Imi pare rau ca e in engleza, sper sa intelegeti, am auzit de ea in facultate la un curs despre basm.E super tare, sper sa aveti rabdarea s-o cititi.
There once was a young person named Red Riding Hood who lived with
her mother on the edge of a large wood. One day her mother asked her to
take a basket of fresh fruit and mineral water to her grandmother's house not because this was woman's work, mind you, but because the deed was generous and helped engender a feeling of community. Furthermore, her grandmother was not sick, but rather was in full physical and mental health and was fully capable of taking
care of herself as a mature adult.
So Red Riding Hood set off with her basket of food through the woods. Many people she knew believed that the forest was a foreboding and dangerous place and never set foot in it. Red Riding Hood, however, was confident in her own budding sexuality that such obvious Freudian imagery did not hinder her.
On her way to Grandma's house, Red Riding Hood was accosted by a Wolf, who asked her what was in her basket. She replied,-"Some healthful snacks for my grandmother, who is certainly capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult."
The Wolf said, "You now, my dear, it isn't safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone."
Red Riding Hood said, "I find your sexist remark offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress of which has caused you to develop your own, entirely valid worldview. Now, if you'll excuse, me I must be on my way."
Red Riding Hood walked on along the main path. But, because his status outside society had freed him from slavish adherence to linear,Western-style thought, the Wolf knew of a quicker route to Grandma's house.
He burst into the house and ate Grandma, an entirely valid course of
action for a carnivore such as himself. Then, unhampered by rigid,
traditionalist notions of what was masculine or feminine, he put on
grandma's nightclothes and crawled into bed.
Red Riding Hood entered the cottage and said, "Grandma, I have brought you some fat-free, sodium-free snacks to salute you in your role of a wise and nurturing matriarch."
From the bed, the Wolf said softly, "Come closer, child, so that I might see you."
Red Riding Hood said, "Oh, I forgot you are as optically
challenged as a bat. Grandma, what big eyes you have!"
"They have seen much, and forgiven much, my dear."
"Grandma, what a big nose you have -- only relatively, of course,and certainly attractive in its own way."
"It has smelled much, and forgiven much, my dear."
"Grandma, what big teeth you have!"
The Wolf said, "I am happy with who I am and what I am," and leaped out of bed. He grabbed Red Riding Hood in his claws, intent on devouring her. Red Riding Hood screamed, not out of alarm at the Wolf's apparent tendency toward cross-dressing, but because of his willful invasion of her personal space.
Her screams were heard by a passing woodchopper-person
(or log-fuel technician, as he preferred to be called). When he burst into the cottage, he saw the situation and tried to intervene. But as he raised his ax, Red Riding Hood and the Wolf both stopped.
"And what do you think you're doing?" asked Red Riding Hood.
The woodchopper-person blinked and tried to answer, but no words came to him.
"Bursting in here like a Neanderthal, trusting your weapon to do your thinking for you!" she said. "Sexist! Speciesist! How dare youassume that women and wolves can't solve their own problems without a man's help!"
When she heard Red Riding Hood's speech, Grandma jumped out of the Wolf's mouth, took the woodchopper-person's axe, and cut his head off.
After this ordeal, Red Riding Hood, Grandma, and the Wolf felt a certain commonality of purpose. They decided to set up an alternative household based on mutual respect and cooperation, and they lived together in the woods happily ever after.
mamica dulce spune:
Leah..ce fel de cursuri faceti voi in fac??ce sa zic,don.soara RED Riding e femeia cosmo..actuala,activa ,atractiva,numai niste figuri de kong.fu ii mai lipseau
si sfarsitul m.a dat gata
o salvez si o spun si eu princhindelului peste vreun an
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