Diario de um pai desesperado

  In the town of Whimsyville, on a bright and sunny day,   Lived a quirky doc named Seuss, in a house not quite gray.   His kitchen smelled of magic, of cookies sweet and fine,   But alas, those yummy treats began to decline! Dr. Seuss, with a twirl of his fanciful red hat,   Noticed the missing cookies, and pondered, "What's up with that?"   With a room full of kids, each grinning ear to ear,   He declared, "We've got a mystery here!" "Our cookies, so scrumptious, have taken flight,   Vanished into thin air, out of sight!   But fear not, my friends, for we'll crack this case,   With rhyme, wit, and a rather brisk pace." Wilson, the dog, with a bark and a woof,   Looked eager to help, staying aloof.   "First clue," Seuss said, "a trail of crumbs, quite odd,   Leads right to the...oh, let's give a nod." "To the cupboard, the fridge, around the back door,   Our thief left a trail, but wait, there's more!   A choco

Cooking can be a delightful experience, filled with the aroma of freshly prepared dishes and the satisfaction of creating something delicious. But what happens when the kitchen turns into a battlefield, with flour on the ceiling, sauce on the walls, and utensils scattered like casualties of war? Well, this is not a hypothetical scenario but a firm reality. It only needs Luisa to request, "Dad, can I make a delicious recipe?" "Yes, of course, honey..." I acquiesce with the same enthusiasm as if she had requested to detonate 1 ton of TNT inside the house. Kids are little scientists, and I always strive to stimulate the curiosity and experimentation of my kids, even with the risk of the chaos that will bring. We need to give them space for failure in the same measure that God gave us patience not to harm them. It all began on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Luisa, with her curiosity and eagerness to surprise us, decided to embark on a culinary journey. Armed with a recipe she

As crianças têm um talento especial para apaixonarem-se por qualquer coisa fofa e peluda. Esse amor, que parece inesgotável, é um recurso renovável de carinho para elas e um pesadelo para os pais. As coisas raramente correm como previsto e o risco da casa transformar-se num jardim zoológico ou num curral é real. Aqui começa a saga amorosa com o clássico: um gato adorável ou um cão irresistível. Mas não se deixem iludir por estas criaturas inocentes. Rapidamente, o afecto nos vossos corações começa a transbordar para o adorável coelho, a tartaruga, o periquito... O lar converte-se numa versão moderna da Arca de Noé. O dilúvio bíblico virá a seguir, certamente. À medida que adicionam animais à vossa ménagerie, a confusão torna-se uma companhia diária: "Pai, sabes onde está o Brownie?", "Pai, temos de ir ao veterinário para as vacinas do Gervásio", "Onde estão os meus sapatos que o Jeremias levou?", "Quem derrubou o vaso, o Cacau ou o Noir?" Os nome

"Because I Said So." You know, that phrase parents whip out when they're cornered in a debate with no logical escape route. This normally means that they run out of arguments, patience or energy to have a proper battle. Cowardly, they use their "grown up card" to shut down our intelligence. Aren't they suppose to nurture in us an inquisitive mind? How about the values of democracy they constantly praise to others while they secretly run a ruthless autocracy.  The Ultimate Mystification Imagine this: You're in the middle of a heated discussion with your parents about why curfew should be extended. You've laid out your logical arguments, presented your case, and even thrown in a few puppy-dog eyes for good measure. But then, it happens. Your parent utters those four words like a wizard casting a spell, "Because I Said So." Cue the internal teenage eye-roll. The Parental Magic Trick Here's the thing about "Because I Said So": it&

I love mornings. I am a morning person after all. Luisa is not. One of the so many things that unite us in spirit and in screaming. Despite all the drama, Luisa take school seriously. Maybe too seriously. I know, I know! Every dad should be supportive of her daughter efforts to get good grades at school. But listening her for the 100 time in a row trying to memorize entire chapters about  LuisXIV or the difference between virus and bacteria "a bacteria is the size of ...". It's extenuating. Who cares about a maniac useless king that lived 300 years ago? Or is it 400? After the 3 trail my brain disconnected. "Dad you are not paying attention. Please listen to me...", she cried. "I'm trying to make dinner. It would be nice if you offer some help." "But this is important. My test will be in 2 weeks." "2 weeks!? In my time I studied the night before after spending the day feeding the cows. What's wrong it this generation? "  Lui

-Pai, os Himalais cabem na Fossa das Marianas? - sim cabem. - Pai, porque e' que a Russia nao tem Estados como os Estados Unidos? - porque o Putin nao deixa! - respondo com um sorriso  - Pai... E assim continua por horas as fio. As perguntas seguem-se em catadupa  - Pai, por que o céu é azul? - Ah, essa é uma ótima pergunta, Clara! O céu parece azul porque a luz do sol é composta por várias cores, e a nossa atmosfera espalha mais a luz azul do que qualquer outra cor. É um pouco como um grande jogo de esconde-esconde de luz! - Mas, pai, e quando fica laranja no pôr do sol? - Excelente observação, Clara! À medida que o sol se põe, a luz passa por uma parte mais espessa da atmosfera, e isso faz com que as outras cores se espalhem mais e nao chegam ate nos. É por isso que vemos tons de laranja, vermelho e rosa incríveis no pôr do sol. - Pai, como os pássaros sabem para onde voar quando migram? - Os pássaros são realmente incríveis, Clara. Eles usam várias pistas, como o campo magnético