<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32141740</id><updated>2012-01-09T09:23:24.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirá Quien Habla...</title><subtitle type='html'>Mandanos los comentarios más raros, graciosos e impensados que haya expresado tu hijo, sobrino o bebé que conozcas. Si querés podes enviar su foto.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lucila Comeron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18078299180798077589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRek6S9wyOo/Twsic3JRzhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GKUoYfkgiI8/s220/tostada.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32141740.post-115636850909328803</id><published>2006-08-23T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T14:28:29.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;4 años, Saavedra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postalesanimadasgratis.com/bebes/ciguenas/Animier65.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="164" alt="" src="http://www.postalesanimadasgratis.com/bebes/ciguenas/Animier65.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Gonzalo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo van a nacer bebés el día que se mueran todas las mamás?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32141740-115636850909328803?l=quedulces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/feeds/115636850909328803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32141740&amp;postID=115636850909328803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115636850909328803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115636850909328803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/2006/08/duda.html' title='Duda'/><author><name>Lucila Comeron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18078299180798077589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRek6S9wyOo/Twsic3JRzhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GKUoYfkgiI8/s220/tostada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32141740.post-115636830173108928</id><published>2006-08-23T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T14:25:01.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volador</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;4 años, Belgrano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aac.sunrise.it/eclissi/Eclisse%20Luna-sigCasado-Tenerife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" height="111" alt="" src="http://aac.sunrise.it/eclissi/Eclisse%20Luna-sigCasado-Tenerife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sebatián:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero tener de esas velas (por las de los barcos) para volar... &lt;strong&gt;para volar hasta la luna. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32141740-115636830173108928?l=quedulces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/feeds/115636830173108928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32141740&amp;postID=115636830173108928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115636830173108928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115636830173108928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/2006/08/volador.html' title='Volador'/><author><name>Lucila Comeron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18078299180798077589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRek6S9wyOo/Twsic3JRzhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GKUoYfkgiI8/s220/tostada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32141740.post-115636806158191575</id><published>2006-08-23T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T14:21:01.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada egoista</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 años, Belgrano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ndtoday.com/leprechaunjanuary/buddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="174" alt="" src="http://www.ndtoday.com/leprechaunjanuary/buddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carolina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Má, ¿por qué decís &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;¡Ay Dios mío&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Si dios no es solo tuyo. Dios es de todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32141740-115636806158191575?l=quedulces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/feeds/115636806158191575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32141740&amp;postID=115636806158191575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115636806158191575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115636806158191575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/2006/08/nada-egoista.html' title='Nada egoista'/><author><name>Lucila Comeron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18078299180798077589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRek6S9wyOo/Twsic3JRzhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GKUoYfkgiI8/s220/tostada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32141740.post-115604104874942874</id><published>2006-08-19T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T19:30:48.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Verdadero o Falso?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;7 años, Colegiales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mercadolibre.com.ar/jm/img?s=MLA&amp;f=21438035_4013.jpg&amp;amp;v=P"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="126" alt="" src="http://www.mercadolibre.com.ar/jm/img?s=MLA&amp;f=21438035_4013.jpg&amp;amp;v=P" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tomás y Felipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; estaban en el recreo de la escuela mirando una enorme colección de figuritas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomy le dice a Feli:&lt;br /&gt;-Mirá, esta por ejemplo es verdadera. Esta otra e re trucha y esta más trucha todavía.&lt;br /&gt;La maestra que estaba en secretaría escuchando la divertida conversación se acercó y les preguntó:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-¿Cómo saben cuáles son las verdaderas y cuáles no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tomás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; le contesta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Ves seño, las verdaderas tienen esta marquita dorada en un extremo y las otras no. Además en la parte de atrás tiene que tener un color marrón brillante, y si es opaca son truchas.&lt;br /&gt;En ese momento se aproxima una ayudante de la profesora de Inglés y mirándola muy serios a su maestra &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Felipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; le dice: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ven, por ejemplo , vos sos maestra verdadera y ella es trucha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32141740-115604104874942874?l=quedulces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/feeds/115604104874942874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32141740&amp;postID=115604104874942874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115604104874942874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115604104874942874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/2006/08/verdadero-o-falso.html' title='¿Verdadero o Falso?'/><author><name>Lucila Comeron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18078299180798077589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRek6S9wyOo/Twsic3JRzhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GKUoYfkgiI8/s220/tostada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32141740.post-115604005272234966</id><published>2006-08-19T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T19:14:12.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prefiero ir al colegio</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;5 años, Villa Urquiza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mamá de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; le cuenta que el lunes no tendrá que ir a la escuela.&lt;br /&gt;-¿Por qué? -preguntó Caro&lt;br /&gt;-Porque es el día de la muerte de San Martín, le contestó la mamá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-¡oh! Pobrecito...entonces ¿tenemos que ir al velorio?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32141740-115604005272234966?l=quedulces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/feeds/115604005272234966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32141740&amp;postID=115604005272234966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115604005272234966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115604005272234966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/2006/08/prefiero-ir-al-colegio.html' title='Prefiero ir al colegio'/><author><name>Lucila Comeron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18078299180798077589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRek6S9wyOo/Twsic3JRzhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GKUoYfkgiI8/s220/tostada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32141740.post-115583482816927646</id><published>2006-08-17T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T10:25:23.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caracú de prócer</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="316" hspace="8" src="http://cablemodem.fibertel.com.ar/colon/sanmartin.jpg" width="233" align="right" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 años, Nuñez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diego&lt;/strong&gt; iba actuar en el acto del colegio. Debía representar el casamiento de José de San Martín y Remeditos, vestidos ambos con ropa nupcial. Tenían que caminar por todo un circuito similar a la Iglesia de la Merced con los acordes del AVE MARÍA.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando terminó el último ensayo Diego se acercó a la maestra y le dijo:&lt;br /&gt;-Selma la imagen que yo tengo de San Martín que vi en el BILLIKEN y muchos libros, lo vi siempre enojado. &lt;strong&gt;¿Cómo hago para sonreirle a mi novia Remedios en algún momento de la caminata? ¿O voy siempre con cara de enojado? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32141740-115583482816927646?l=quedulces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/feeds/115583482816927646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32141740&amp;postID=115583482816927646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115583482816927646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115583482816927646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/2006/08/carac-de-prcer.html' title='Caracú de prócer'/><author><name>Lucila Comeron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18078299180798077589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRek6S9wyOo/Twsic3JRzhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GKUoYfkgiI8/s220/tostada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32141740.post-115583439904189749</id><published>2006-08-17T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T10:27:34.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Martín...¿vivo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;9 años, Belgrano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biografiasyvidas.com/biografia/s/fotos/san_martin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="115" alt="" src="http://www.biografiasyvidas.com/biografia/s/fotos/san_martin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Gonzalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; disfrutó de una apasionante clase de historia acerca del General San Martín.&lt;br /&gt;En la cena le comentó a su papá que el cuerpo de San Martín estaba en un lugar muy especial de la Catedral Metropolitana y como detalle principal, le alcaró que además estaba embalsamado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El papá le dijo:&lt;br /&gt;-¡Pero no Gonzalo!, en esa época no había embalsamadores... habrás entendido mal.&lt;br /&gt;Gonzalo enfervorizado le contestó:&lt;br /&gt;-Pero papi, como no va a ser verdad si mi seño lo conoció y lo vió. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32141740-115583439904189749?l=quedulces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/feeds/115583439904189749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32141740&amp;postID=115583439904189749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115583439904189749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115583439904189749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/2006/08/san-martnvivo.html' title='San Martín...¿vivo?'/><author><name>Lucila Comeron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18078299180798077589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRek6S9wyOo/Twsic3JRzhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GKUoYfkgiI8/s220/tostada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32141740.post-115576586272906978</id><published>2006-08-16T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T15:04:22.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tirado de las Plumas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3 años, Belgrano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.planet-pets.com/collie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" height="124" alt="" src="http://www.planet-pets.com/collie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Octavio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; vio un collie con hermoso pelaje, y se asombró:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-¡Mami, mami! ¡Un perro con plumas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32141740-115576586272906978?l=quedulces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/feeds/115576586272906978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32141740&amp;postID=115576586272906978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115576586272906978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115576586272906978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/2006/08/tirado-de-las-plumas.html' title='Tirado de las Plumas'/><author><name>Lucila Comeron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18078299180798077589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRek6S9wyOo/Twsic3JRzhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GKUoYfkgiI8/s220/tostada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32141740.post-115576553524504099</id><published>2006-08-16T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T14:58:55.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin ninguna duda</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2 años y medio, Colegiales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timon.com/far/imagenes/sorpresa2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="199" alt="" src="http://www.timon.com/far/imagenes/sorpresa2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Papá pito -le dijo Agus al padre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-No, Agus, se dice "papito"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;No, papito no. Papá pito, mamá vagina -aclaró &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Agustina&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32141740-115576553524504099?l=quedulces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/feeds/115576553524504099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32141740&amp;postID=115576553524504099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115576553524504099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115576553524504099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/2006/08/sin-ninguna-duda.html' title='Sin ninguna duda'/><author><name>Lucila Comeron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18078299180798077589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRek6S9wyOo/Twsic3JRzhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GKUoYfkgiI8/s220/tostada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32141740.post-115576503106257061</id><published>2006-08-16T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T14:50:31.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladrando bajo la lluvia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;5 años, Caballito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" height="121" alt="" src="http://images.google.com.ar/url?q=http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a240/jules_rincon/chinDOGu.jpg&amp;amp;sig=__-z7UP_4v3_yohx224kNQNMr-vDk=" border="0" /&gt;Mientras paseaban por el barrio, los chicos quisieron entrar en una veterinaria. La madre accedió.&lt;br /&gt;Allí, al ver un pequeño perrito en una jaula, los hermanos le pidieron a la mamá que lo comprara&lt;br /&gt;-No, en el departamento no podemos tenerlo.&lt;br /&gt;-Lo dejamos en el patio -argumentó &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Angeles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, la mayorcita.&lt;br /&gt;-Pobrecito, el patio es chiquitito -opinó la madre-. Y aparte cuando llueve se moja todo.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Y bueno -propuso Julián-,¡le compramos un paraguas!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32141740-115576503106257061?l=quedulces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/feeds/115576503106257061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32141740&amp;postID=115576503106257061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115576503106257061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115576503106257061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/2006/08/ladrando-bajo-la-lluvia.html' title='Ladrando bajo la lluvia'/><author><name>Lucila Comeron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18078299180798077589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRek6S9wyOo/Twsic3JRzhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GKUoYfkgiI8/s220/tostada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32141740.post-115559090789815222</id><published>2006-08-14T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T15:18:25.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;2 años, Barracas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dide.bitacoras.com/img/queso.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" height="105" alt="" src="http://dide.bitacoras.com/img/queso.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Federico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; le encanta el queso. Y tenía ganas de comer un pedacito, pero la mamá justo ese día no tenía. Entonces &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Fede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; llorando la lleva a la mamá hasta la heladera y le pide:&lt;br /&gt;-Teso, teso...&lt;br /&gt;A la mamá se le ocurrió darle un poquito del queso de rayar que le quedaba en la heladera. Y &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Federico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; contento fue a comer su queso, pero al ver que era duro y no podía morderlo le dice a la mamá con lagrimas en los ojos:&lt;br /&gt;-¡&lt;strong&gt;Este no anda!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32141740-115559090789815222?l=quedulces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/feeds/115559090789815222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32141740&amp;postID=115559090789815222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115559090789815222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115559090789815222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/2006/08/teso.html' title='Teso...'/><author><name>Lucila Comeron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18078299180798077589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRek6S9wyOo/Twsic3JRzhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GKUoYfkgiI8/s220/tostada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32141740.post-115559030250933085</id><published>2006-08-14T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T14:33:52.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Apago?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2 años, Barracas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nicolás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;fue a ver al teatro a Panam. Como se había cansado le preguntó a la abuela:&lt;br /&gt;-¿Abela mamos?&lt;br /&gt;-Sí &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, si queres nos vamos.&lt;br /&gt;Y &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mirando el escenario le contesta:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Tí, ¿apago?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32141740-115559030250933085?l=quedulces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/feeds/115559030250933085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32141740&amp;postID=115559030250933085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115559030250933085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115559030250933085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/2006/08/apago.html' title='¿Apago?'/><author><name>Lucila Comeron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18078299180798077589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRek6S9wyOo/Twsic3JRzhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GKUoYfkgiI8/s220/tostada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32141740.post-115557916974480313</id><published>2006-08-14T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T11:23:34.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mejor prevenir... ¡Y CURAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.webelpuente.com/ep1101/Resources/curita.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="177" alt="" src="http://www.webelpuente.com/ep1101/Resources/curita.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3 años, Barrio Norte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Azul &lt;/strong&gt;le pedió a la tía:&lt;br /&gt;-Para el día del niño quiero unos patines y un casco.&lt;br /&gt;-¡Pero te vas a lastimar!&lt;br /&gt;-Bueno, entonces quiero unos patines, un casco y una curita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32141740-115557916974480313?l=quedulces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/feeds/115557916974480313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32141740&amp;postID=115557916974480313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115557916974480313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115557916974480313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/2006/08/mejor-prevenir-y-curar.html' title='Mejor prevenir... ¡Y CURAR!'/><author><name>Lucila Comeron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18078299180798077589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRek6S9wyOo/Twsic3JRzhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GKUoYfkgiI8/s220/tostada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32141740.post-115557859555061243</id><published>2006-08-14T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T11:26:29.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El viejo Truco</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://villanos.net/makypress/img/abuela.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="225" alt="" src="http://villanos.net/makypress/img/abuela.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 años, Boedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se acercaba el segundo domingo de agosto, cuando &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Lautaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hizo algo que no debía. La abuela amenazó: &lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Si seguís haciendo esas cosas, no va a haber regalo para el Día del Niño.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Si seguís diciendo eso, vos no vas a tener regalo del Día de la Abuela -retrucó el chico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32141740-115557859555061243?l=quedulces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/feeds/115557859555061243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32141740&amp;postID=115557859555061243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115557859555061243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115557859555061243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/2006/08/el-viejo-truco.html' title='El viejo Truco'/><author><name>Lucila Comeron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18078299180798077589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRek6S9wyOo/Twsic3JRzhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GKUoYfkgiI8/s220/tostada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32141740.post-115557155322308060</id><published>2006-08-14T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T11:22:49.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorpresa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;11 meses, Belgrano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;En su primer día del niño &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Zoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; recibió muchos regalos. Pero cuando se subió por primera vez a su autito puso esta cara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/394/400/Dia%20del%20ni%3F%3Fo%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La sorpresa fue total!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32141740-115557155322308060?l=quedulces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/feeds/115557155322308060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32141740&amp;postID=115557155322308060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115557155322308060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115557155322308060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/2006/08/sorpresa.html' title='Sorpresa...'/><author><name>Lucila Comeron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18078299180798077589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRek6S9wyOo/Twsic3JRzhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GKUoYfkgiI8/s220/tostada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32141740.post-115496376373937585</id><published>2006-08-07T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T11:25:34.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ángulos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;9 años, Belgrano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la prueba de matemáticas a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Lucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de 9 años le preguntaron:&lt;br /&gt;-¿Cómo se clasifican los ángulos según su apertura?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Rectos, agudos, graves y... esdrújulos, respondió Lucas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/394/320/triangulos.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32141740-115496376373937585?l=quedulces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/feeds/115496376373937585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32141740&amp;postID=115496376373937585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115496376373937585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115496376373937585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/2006/08/ngulos.html' title='Ángulos...'/><author><name>Lucila Comeron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18078299180798077589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRek6S9wyOo/Twsic3JRzhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GKUoYfkgiI8/s220/tostada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32141740.post-115463397264366128</id><published>2006-08-03T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T11:25:14.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Ser Humano!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Juan Martín, 6 años. Colón, Entre Rios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abuela no sabés... en las cabañas estuvo una beba hermosa que tenía los ojos achinados. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-¿Sabés por qué?, le preguntó la abuela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Sí, lo que pasa es que la mamá era japonesa y el padre un ser humano. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/394/320/Colon%20044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32141740-115463397264366128?l=quedulces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/feeds/115463397264366128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32141740&amp;postID=115463397264366128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115463397264366128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32141740/posts/default/115463397264366128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quedulces.blogspot.com/2006/08/ser-humano.html' title='¡Ser Humano!'/><author><name>Lucila Comeron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18078299180798077589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRek6S9wyOo/Twsic3JRzhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GKUoYfkgiI8/s220/tostada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
