tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78615735358904010092024-03-13T15:17:15.589+02:00Ştefănici...dar aşa, pe la vară, că acum e prea frig ...Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135575561368450491noreply@blogger.comBlogger237125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861573535890401009.post-38443438886171119932016-01-05T15:22:00.000+02:002016-01-05T15:22:05.246+02:00Scolar de grupa pregatitoare<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Lilianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06803568513057987416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861573535890401009.post-31116306709339363242013-09-08T22:15:00.003+03:002013-09-08T22:15:59.744+03:00Septembrie 2013 - fratii<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Lilianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06803568513057987416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861573535890401009.post-26054440397895627712013-07-29T22:45:00.000+03:002013-07-29T22:45:13.801+03:00Diamante si smaraldeInțeleg, dar lapislazuli? Obsidian? Red stone? Bedrock?<br />
Acestea sunt cuvintele pe care le-am ”invatat” de la Stefan...<br />
Trăiasca Minecraft!Lilianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06803568513057987416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861573535890401009.post-84783442238384650052013-06-22T19:46:00.002+03:002013-06-22T19:46:33.430+03:00Humor pastravarie :) sau ZOO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Lilianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06803568513057987416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861573535890401009.post-34756098053284112822013-05-20T21:21:00.003+03:002013-05-20T21:21:48.578+03:00Singur acasă-fără buniculPleacă bunicul, dă noroc cu Ștefan, închide ușa după el, după care Ștef îi zice serios bunicii: ”De-acum putem și noi să stăm liniștiți!”Lilianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06803568513057987416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861573535890401009.post-88454319575335507742013-05-20T21:19:00.001+03:002013-05-20T21:19:13.549+03:00Buna creștereDupă mini-vacanța de Paște, îl duce bunica pe Ștef la grădiniță, îl schimbă de pantofi și grijulie îi reamintește să spună ”bună ziua” când intră în sala de clasă. La care Ștef spune hotărât:<br />
”Eu nu spun bună ziua!”<br />
”De ce?” întreabă bunica mirată.<br />
”Eu spun ”Hristos a înviat!”Lilianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06803568513057987416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861573535890401009.post-19414291606490934732013-04-17T19:24:00.000+03:002013-04-17T19:24:13.062+03:00A început sezonul căpșunilor”Mama, căpșuna asta are formă de fund. Mănânc-o tu!” :)))))Lilianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06803568513057987416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861573535890401009.post-61582750126946310182013-04-17T19:22:00.002+03:002013-04-17T19:22:45.957+03:00ComplimentePlecăm la grădi într-o dimineață și ne intersectăm pe drum cu o căruță trasă de un cal. Ștef scoate capul pe geam și întreabă în gura mare: ”Ce faci, arătosule?” Normal, vorbea cu calul!<br />
Nu are rost să povestesc cât de repede am dispărut din decor...Lilianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06803568513057987416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861573535890401009.post-73460539313814777992013-04-12T18:16:00.002+03:002013-04-12T18:16:21.572+03:00Alergii”Închide odată muzica aia”-zise Ștefan aseară -”că fac alergie de la ea!”Lilianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06803568513057987416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861573535890401009.post-43232953240163062282013-03-21T20:22:00.002+02:002013-03-26T21:12:14.297+02:00Din capitolul ”perle de la 3 anișori”Zice Ștef când aude ca poate să vină să mă ajute la bucătărie ”daaaa, asta este o idee GENIALĂ!”.<br />
Aude Ștef la radio reclama cu ”România, trezește-te!” și zice ”Da, da, românii au talent!”<br />
De câte ori vine George in weekend de la Târgu Mureș (job) îî aduce lui Ștef o jucărie. La un moment dat l-am întrebat pe Ștef ”Ce este Târgu Mureș?” Răspunsul a fost pe măsură : Târgu Mureș este un supermarket plin cu jucării”.<br />
Aseară l-am certat pe Ștef că și-a dat jos șosetele, la care el cu lacrimi în ochi mi-a spus: ”O să-mi fac bagajul și o să plec de-acasă!”.Habar nu am de unde a scos perla asta...Lilianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06803568513057987416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861573535890401009.post-1794750668286291392012-11-08T15:10:00.001+02:002012-11-14T20:42:22.749+02:00Povesti de noapte buna<br />
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despre pepenele rosu...la care el ma intrerupe cu urmatoarea fraza "era un pepene zemos si
gustos ca perele zemoase din povestea cu mosul si cu baba". M-a uimit
lungimea propozitiei, cursivitatea si asocierea cu alta poveste.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Lilianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06803568513057987416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861573535890401009.post-35032390403673964742012-11-02T13:27:00.001+02:002012-11-02T13:27:05.462+02:00PerleSatul de bunica, imi zice Stefan soptit: "Vreau sa plece bunica!"<br />
"De ce?" intreb eu tot soptit...<br />
"Nu-mi place cum arata" comenteaza el.<br />
"Dar cum arata?" fortez discutia.<br />
"E prea grasa!" <br />
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Am ramas masca.<br />
Lilianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06803568513057987416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861573535890401009.post-54536085955047980362012-11-02T13:22:00.000+02:002012-11-02T13:22:35.054+02:00Full contact cu pereteleSe izbeste Stef de perete la bunica-sa si zice sec: "Asta a durut!"Lilianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06803568513057987416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861573535890401009.post-29326819482532752452012-10-04T07:38:00.003+03:002012-10-04T07:38:40.842+03:00Grija de patulicaIncepe Stefan sa urle pe la 5 dimineata (in somn): ”Patula mea nu e muldala, e culataaaaa!!!”. Si eu de colo: ”e curata, daaa....”. Si...somn.Lilianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06803568513057987416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861573535890401009.post-73656743176750998622012-10-02T20:53:00.003+03:002012-10-02T20:53:59.869+03:00Dor de mamaPlec eu la serviciu azi si las in poarta un Stefanici suparat. Cand intra in casa ii zice sora-sii: ”Mirunaaa, mama a plecaaat!!! Mi-e dor de mamaaa!!!”Lilianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06803568513057987416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861573535890401009.post-44819762688407477992012-09-30T11:27:00.000+03:002012-09-30T11:27:40.059+03:00Grija pentru ziua de maine”Nu mai merge cu viteza, ca ne da politia amenda si ramanem fara bani!” - a zis Stefan ieri cand mergeam cu masina spre oras cu vreo 60 la ora...Lilianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06803568513057987416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861573535890401009.post-23336032837718129492012-09-21T13:45:00.001+03:002012-09-21T13:45:22.639+03:00Stefaniceza - avansat 2
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Uneori Stefan ne uimeste cu replicile pe care le da in diferite situatii:<o:p></o:p><br />
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"<em>E compet pieduta patula mea</em>!"-a zis aseara dupa o
cautare a iubitei paturici prin patut.<o:p></o:p><br />
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"<em>Asta nu este o idee foalte buna</em>" - a zis el cand a aflat
ca trebuie sa ramana la gradi.<o:p></o:p><br />
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"<em>Alta data fii mai atenta</em>"- a atentionat-o pe Miru la un
moment dat.<o:p></o:p><br />
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"<em>Nu ma papa</em> (adica nu ma scarpina) <em>ca nu veau tansfolm
gaina</em>!"-a spus ieri pe masina, impresionat fiind de povestea lui
Dexter (cu varicela) care s-a scarpinat si s-a transformat in gaina.<o:p></o:p><br />
Lilianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06803568513057987416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861573535890401009.post-67667871490630371212012-09-18T10:32:00.002+03:002012-09-18T10:34:08.074+03:00Prima zi de grădiȘi a venit ziua...<br />
după explicații de-o vară (cum e la grădi, ce-o să facă acolo).<br />
Ne trezim de dimineață cu greeeu, luăm păturica și mergem.<br />
La grădi ne schimbam de papucei, intram in sala de clasa. Copiii, care mai de care mai urlatori. Stef ok. Zic: hai ca l-am scolit bine, sigur nu plange. Plec. <br />
Ma intorc dupa cateva minute. Stef plange cu paturica in brate. Plec. Iar ma intorc. Plange. Fac ture ca o leoaica in jurul caminului. La ora 16 aflu detalii: Stef ascuns dupa o usa jumatate de zi. Nu a mancat, nu a vrut la baie, nu a lasat pe nimeni sa puna mana pe el. Nu a vrut pijamale, nu a vrut schimbat. Suparat intr-un colt de scaunel cu manuta sub barbie, nu a participat la activitatile copiilor.<br />
Imi fac curaj spunand ca maine va fi mai bine. <br />
A doua zi: coboram in fata gradinitei. Stef: "uite gradinita mea!". Intram. Stef tinta pe un camion cu bena. Joaca. Wow! Nu plange. Plec. Ma intorc. Stef plange cu paturica in brate! Am plans si eu tot drumul pana la serviciu...<br />
Si maine e o zi.Lilianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06803568513057987416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861573535890401009.post-16410689965879192442012-09-16T09:10:00.001+03:002012-09-16T09:10:33.703+03:00Bomboane<div><p>Zice Stefanici cu cutia de bomboane in brate: Tata, acum tu te duci la servici si te întorci si eu nu pap nici o bomboana!</p>
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Scoate coane dobuei <br>
Si te du la bată <br>
Si bea apă cadă <br>
Si te du a dunăe<br>
Si bea apă tubule <br>
Si te ucă pe butean <br>
Si papă lebutean </p>
</div>Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135575561368450491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861573535890401009.post-32608990938963775842012-08-04T10:17:00.002+03:002012-08-04T10:17:49.851+03:00Tattou, mionu<i>Tat'tou e băiat, 'mionu e fată!</i> a fost concluzia lui Ștefan după ce am petrecut o oră privind la un încărcător frontal (tractor, în terminologia lui Ștef) care încărca într-un camion molozul de la renovarea unui hotel la 10 metri de plajă.Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135575561368450491noreply@blogger.com0