Cuento de Ninos

OK, TENGO que compartir esto con el mundo. Es un cuento para ninos escrito por Robert Munsch (Moya, lo se), cuento con el cual me encontre en mis dias de tia ayudante en el jardin infantil de la U. Leanlo, realmente vale la pena. Hagan click en el titulo si quieren leer el cuento traducido al espanol, aunque ya seria hora que aprendieramos ingles, no?

"A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang:

I'll love you forever I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living My baby you'll be.

The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother's watch and flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes his mother would say, "This kid is driving me CRAZY!" But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living My baby you'll be.

The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. he grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and when grandma visited he always said bad words. Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo! But at night time, when he was asleep, the mother quietly opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep, she picked up that nine-year-old boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living My baby you'll be.

The boy grew. he grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes the mother felt like she was in a zoo! But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep she picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living My baby you'll be.

That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living My baby you'll be.

Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called up her son and said, "You better come see me because I'm very old and sick." So her son came to see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song. She sang:

I'll love you forever I'll like you for always....

But she couldn't finish because she was too old and sick.

The son went to his mother. He picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:

I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living My Mommy you'll be.

When the son came home that night, he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs. Then he went into the room where his very new baby daughter was sleeping. He picked her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang:

I'll love you forever I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living My baby you'll be. "

Era una jornada de trabajo cualquiera, en que uno de los ninos de mi sala se me acerco, como cualquier otro dia y me dijo "Miss Kitty, can you please read this for me???" Completamente inocente con respecto a lo que me esperaba, agarre el librito que se veia super choro, chistoso hasta... con un ninito sentado al lado de un water... dejando la cagada con el papel confort... "Ppff! Debe ser bien chistoso este librito, caguemonos de la risa un rato", pense. Y empece a leerlo con todas las muecas, movimientos, actuaciones y voces que se le tienen que hacer a un ninito de 2 anos cuando le lees un cuento, para que se le haga entretenido. Acto seguido: Kitty llorando a mares encerrada el bano del jardin infantil y dos tias tocandole la puerta preguntando "Miss Kitty, are you OK???" Cagadas de la risa las maracas porque sabian exactamente lo que estaba pasando. Y yo, entre hipos y sollozos, solo podia tirarles trozos de una oracion que pretendia ser "Why didn't you say something, you... you bitches!" (nos llevabamos bien, teniamos confianza, no fue que mi frustracion y verguenza impactantes me llevaron mas alla del decoro profesional, jajaja... Aunque quizas lo habrian hecho si ese no hubiese sido el caso, who knows).

Dios! Eso no se le hace a una nina que vive lejos de su familia! Vete al demonio Robert Moya del carajo-conocido en su casa! Satanico! Ese puto libro deberia tener una advertencia en su portada! "Estas a punto de sentir que se te estruja el alma sin previo aviso, BEWARE."

Aayayai... hasta llore un poco haciendo este post. Su efecto es inmortal. O yo soy inmortalmente fleta... Una de dos.

Sourpuss